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Authorized by Mr. Sunday 

This work contains the heart of 
Mr. Sunday's gospel message 
arranged by subjects, and is 
published by special agreement 
with him for the use of copy- 
right material and photographs, 
which could be used only by 
his permission. 


Copyright, 1914. 


The entire contents of this book are 
protected by the stringent new copyright 
law, and all persons are warned not to 
attempt to reproduce the text, in whole or 
in part, or any of the illustrations. 


My friend, Dr. William T. Ellis, the 
author of this book, knows me and my work 

Hig estimate of me, and his interpre- 
tation of my work, are, of course, en- 
tirely his own. 

The chapters contributed by me are 
substantially the message I have spoken 
wherever I have preached. 


Because he is the most conspicuous Christian leader hi 
America today; because he has done an entirely unique 
and far-reaching work of evangelism; and because his words 
have a message for all men, I have written, at the request 
of the publishers, this narrative concerning Rev. William A. 
Sunday, D.D. 

The final appraisal of the man and his ministry cannot, 
of course, be made while he is alive. "Never judge unfin- 
ished work." This book has endeavored to deal candidly, 
though sympathetically, with its subject. Mr. Sunday has 
not seen either the manuscript or proofs. He has, however, 
authorized the use of the messages which he is accustomed 
to deliver hi his meetings, and which comprise more than 
half the contents of the volume. 

The author's hope is that those of us who are just 
plain "folks" will find the book interesting and helpful. He 
has no doubt that professional Christian workers will 
get many suggestions from the story of Mr. Sunday's 

I would acknowledge the assistance of Miss Helen Cramp 
and the Rev. Ernest Bawden in collating and preparing 
for publication Mr. Sunday's utterances. 







Preface 5 

Contents 7 

One of God's Tools 

God's Man Sent in God's Time Sunday's Converts Re- 
ligion and the Common People A Great City Shaken 
by the Gospel Popular Interest in Vital Religion 
Sunday a Distinctively American Type 15 

Up from the Soil \ 

Sunday's Sympathy with Every-day Folk Early Life The 
Soldiers' Orphanage The Old Farm Earning a Living. 
The School of Experience First Base-ball Ventures 22 

A Base-Ball "Star" 

Fame as a Base-ball Player Eagerness to "Take a Chance" 
Record Run on the Day Following his Conversion 
The Parting of the Ways 33 

A Curbstone Recruit 

Mrs. Clark and the Pacific Garden Mission Sunday's Own 
Story of his Conversion Winning the Game of Life. . . 39 

Playing the New Game 

The Individuality of the Man His Marriage Mrs. Sun- 
day's Influence Work in the Y. M. C. A. A Father 
Disowned Redeeming a Son The Gambler A Living 

Testimony Professional Evangelistic Work 43 



v '-*. 

A Shut Door and an Open One 

Sunday Thrown Upon His Own Resources by Dr. Chap- 
man's Return to Philadelphia Call to Garner, Iowa 
"This is the Lord's Doings" 57 

Campaigning for Christ 

Splendid Organization of a Sunday Campaign Church Co- 
operation The Power of Christian Publicity District 
Prayer Meetings Sunday's Army of Workers The 
Sunday Tabernacle The Evangelist's Own Compensa- 
tion Personnel of the Sunday Party 61 

"Speech Seasoned with Salt" 

Vivid Language of the Common People "Rubbing the 
Fur the Wrong Way" "Delivering the Goods" Shak- 
ings from the Sunday Salt-cellar 69 

Battling with Booze 

An Effective Foe of the Liquor Business "Dry" Victories 
Following Sunday Campaigns "De Brewer's Big 
Hosses" The Famous "Booze" Sermon Interest in 
Manhood Does the Saloon Help Business? The Parent 
of Crimes The Economic Side Tragedies Born of 
Drink More Economics The American Mongoose 
The Saloon a Coward God's Worst Enemy What 
Will a Dollar Buy? The Gin Mill A Chance for Man- 
hood Personal Liberty The Moderate Drinker 
What Booze Does to the System 80 


"Give Attendance to Reading" PAOB 

Sunday's Reverence for "Book Learning" No Claim to 
Originality Some Sources of His Sermons God's 
Token of Love The Sinking Ship "What If It Had 
Been My Boy?" -A Dream of Heaven The Battle 
with Death "Christ or Nothing" Calvary The 
World for God A Word Picture The Faithful Pilot. . 121 



Acrobatic Preaching 

Platform Gymnastics The Athlete in the Preacher Sun- 
day's Sense of Humor Stronger than His Sense of 
Pathos His Voice and Manner Personal Side of 
Sunday 138 

"The Old-Time Religion" 

Sunday's Power of Positive Conviction His Ideas of Theol- 
ogy The Need of Old-tune Revival The Gospel Ac- 
cording to Sunday Salvation a Personal Matter "And 
He Arose and Followed Him" At the Cross-roads 
"He Died for Me".. , "l46 

"Hitting the Sawdust Trail" 

Origin of the Phrase, "The Sawdust Trail" Impressive 
Scenes as Converts by the Hundred Stream Forward 
Vital Religion Mr. Sunday's Hand All Sorts and Con- 
ditions of People 158 


The Service of Society PA6B 

Social and Ethical Results of Sunday's Preaching The Potent 
Force of the Gospel Religion hi Every-day Life 
Testimony of Rev. Joseph H. Odell, D.D. Testimony 
of Rev. Maitland Alexander, D.D. The "Garage Bible 
Class" Making Religion a Subject of Ordinary Con- 
versation Lasting Results A Life Story 167 

Giving the Devil His Due 

Sunday's Sense of the Reality of the Devil Excoriation 
of the Devil " Devil" Passages from Sermons 182 

Critics and Criticism 

Storm of Criticism a Tribute Preaching "Christ Crucified" 
Recognition from Secretary Bryan Pilgrimage of 
Philadelphia Clergymen Heaven's Messenger Plain 
Speech from Sunday Himself 188 

A Clean Man on Social Sins 

Clean-mindedness of the Man A Plain Talk to Men 
Christian Character Common Sense No Excuse for 
Swearing Family Skeletons Nursing Bad Habits 
The Leprosy of Sin "But the Lord Looketh on the 
Heart" The Joy of Religion A Plain Talk to 
Women Hospitality Maternity Out of Fashion The 
Girl Who Flirts The Task of Womanhood. . . 202 



"Help Those Women" PAGB 
Sunday's Honor of Womanhood The Sermon on "Mother" 
A Mother's Watchfulness A Mother's Bravery 
Good Mothers Needed God's Hall of Fame A Moth- 
er's Song A Mother's Love A Mother's Responsi- 
bility Mothers of Great Men 231 

[Standing on the Rock 

The Old-Fashioned Loyalty of the Evangelist to the Bible- 
Some of His Utterances on the Bible 249 

Making a Joyful Noise 

No Gloom in a Sunday Revival The Value of a Laugh 
The Value of Music The Tabernacle Music The Cam- 
paign Choirs A Revival of Song 261 

The Prophet and His Own Time 

The Evangelist's Arraignment of the Sins of Today His 
Treatment of the Church and Society 267 

Those Billy Sunday Prayers 

Unconventionality of the Prayers Specimen Prayers 
"Teach Us to Pray" Learning of Christ Pride 
Hinders Prayer Praying in Secret Praying hi Humility 
Men of Prayer 271 

The Revival on Trial 

The Sea of Faces Laboratory Tests "The Need of 
Revivals" What a Revival Does Revival Demands 
Sacrifice Persecution a Godsend ... . 288 



An Army With Banners PAGE 

Unique Plans for Reaching the Masses of the People Visit- 
ing Delegations Parade at Close of Campaign 
"Spiritual Power" Derelicts in the Church The 
Meaning of_ Power Church Needs Great Awakening 
Lost Power 299 


A Life Enlistment 

Some Notable Instances of the Lasting Results of Sunday 
Revivals "Gospel Teams" Sermon on "Sharp-Shoot- 
ers"- The Value of Personal Work "My Father's 
Business" Feeding the Spiritual Life The Dignity of 
Personal Work Five Classes of People 311 

"A Good Soldier of Jesus Christ" 

Astounding Number of Conversions Statistics of Cam- 
paigns hi Various Cities Sunday's "Consecration" 
Sermon God's Mercies The Living Sacrifice A Glass 
of Champagne Denying One's Self Thinking for 
God What God Asks 326 


A Wonderful Day at a Great University 
Visit to University of Pennsylvania "What Shall I Do 
With Jesus?" "Real Manhood" "Hot-cakes Off the 
Griddle" Comment of Old Penn Opinions of Students 
Comment of Religious Press 343 

The Christian's Daily Helper 

"The Holy Spirit" No Universal Salvation Happiest 
Nation on Earth Ambassadors of God Holy Spirit 
a Person The Last Dispensation "Little Things" 
The Fame of a Christian . 359 


A Victorious Sermon PAGH 

Conquests by the Sermon on "The Unpardonable Sin" 
What It Is Resisting the Truth "Too Late" 
Representative of the Trinity Death-bed Confessions 
A Forgiving God Power of Revivals , . . 370 


; Eternity! Eternity! 

"What Shall the End Be?" Men Believe in God At the 

Cross The Judgment of God Glad Tidings to All 

The Atonement of Christ God's Word Eternity and 

Space God's Infinite Love Preparing for Eternity 

A Leap in the Dark "The End Thereof" .. 383 

Our Long Home 

"Heaven" "I, Too, Must Die" No Substitute for Re- 
ligion Morality Not Enough The Way of Salvation 
Rewards of Merit A Place of Noble People "A Place 
for You" The Missing 404 

Glorying in the Cross 

"Atonement" Suffering for the Guilty Jesus' Atoning 
Blood No Argument Against Sin "There is Sin" 
"How Long, God?" 424 


One of God's Tools 

I want to be a giant for God. BILLY SUNDAY. 

HEAVEN often plays jokes on earth's worldly-wise. 
After the consensus of experience and sagacity has 
settled upon a certain course and type, lo, all the 
profundity of the sages is blown away as a speck of dust 
and we have, say, a shockingly unconventional John the 
Baptist, who does not follow the prescribed rules in dress, 
training, methods or message. John the Baptist was God's 
laugh at the rabbis and the Pharisees. 

In an over-ecclesiastical age, when churchly authority 
had reached the limit, a poor monk, child of a miner's hut, 
without influence or favor, was called to break the power of 
the popes, and to make empires and reshape history, flinging 
his shadow far down the centuries. Martin Luther was God's 
laugh at ecclesiasticism. 

While the brains and aristocracy and professional 
statesmanship of America struggled in vain with the nation's 
greatest crisis, God reached down close to the soil of the raw 
and ignored Middle West, and picked up a gaunt and un- 
tutored specimen of the common people a man who reeked 
of the earth until the earth closed over him and so saved the 
Union and freed a race, through ungainly Abraham Lincoln. 
Thus again Heaven laughed at exalted procedure and 

In our own day, with its blatant worldly wisdom, with 
its flaunting prosperity, with its fashionable churchliness, 
with its flood of "advanced" theology overwhelming the 
pulpit, God needed a prophet, to call his people back to 
simple faith and righteousness. A nation imperiled by 
luxury, greed, love of pleasure and unbelief cried aloud for 
a deliverer. Surely this crisis required a great man, learned 



in all the ways of the world, equipped with the best prep- 
aration of American and foreign universities and theological 
seminaries, a man trained in ecclesiastical leadership, and 
approved and honored by the courts of the Church? So 
worldly wisdom decreed. But God laughed and produced, 
to the scandal of the correct and conventional, Billy Sunday, 
a common man from the common people, who, like Lincoln, 
so wears the signs and savor of the soil that fastidious folk, 
to whom sweat is vulgar and to whom calloused hands are 
"bad form," quite lose their suavity and poise in calling 
him "unrefined." 

That he is God's tool is the first and last word about 
Billy Sunday. He is a "phenomenon" only as God is 
forever doing phenomenal things, and upsetting men's 
best-laid plans. He is simply a tool of God. For a special 
work he is the special instrument. God called, and he 
answered. All the many owlish attempts to "explain" 
Billy Sunday on psychological and sociological grounds fall 
flat when they ignore the fact that he is merely a handy 
man for the Lord's present use. 

God is still, as ever, confounding all human wisdom by 
snatching the condemned baby of a Hebrew slave out of 
Egypt's river to become a nation's deliverer; by calling a 
shepherd boy from his sheep to be Israel's greatest warrior 
and king; and by sending his only-begotten Son to earth by 
way of a manger, and training him hi a workingman's home 
and a village carpenter shop. " My ways are not your ways," 
is a remark of God, which he seems fond of repeating and 

There is no other explanation of Billy Sunday needed, 
or possible, than that he is God's man sent hi God's time. 
And if God chooses the weak and foolish things of earth to 
confound the mighty, is not that but another one of his 
inscrutable ways of showing that he is God? 

Why are we so confident that Billy Sunday is the Lord's 
own man, when so many learned critics have declared the 
contrary? Simply because he has led more persons to make 

Up from the Soil 

I If you want to drive the devil out of the world, hit him with a cradle 
instead of a crutch. BILLY SUNDAY. 

SUNDAY must be accepted as a man of the American 
type before he can be understood. He is of the 
average, every-day American sort. He is one of the 
"folks." He has more points of resemblance to the com- 
mon people than he has of difference from them. His 
mind is their mind. The keenness of the average American 
is his hi an increased degree. He has the saving sense of 
humor which has marked this western people. The extrava- 
gances and recklessnesses of his speech would be incredible 
to a Britisher; but we Americans understand them. They 
are of a piece with our minds. 

Like the type, Sunday is not over-fastidious. He is 
not made of a special porcelain clay, but of the same red soil 
as the rest of us. He knows the barn-yards of the farm 
better than the drawing-rooms of the rich. The normal, 
every-day Americanism of this son of the Middle West, 
whom the nation knows as " Billy Sunday, " is to be insisted 
upon if he is to be understood. 

Early apprenticed to hardship and labor, he has a 
sympathy with the life of the toiling people which mere 
imagination cannot give. His knowledge of the American 
crowd is sure and complete because he is one of them. 
He understands the life of every-day folk because that has 
always been his life. While he has obvious natural ability, 
sharpened on the grindstone of varied experience, his 
perceptions and his viewpoints are altogether those of the 
normal American. As he has seen something of life on 
many levels, and knows city ways as well as country usages, 
he has never lost his bearings as to what sort of people 




soldier and he never came back. He wouldn't turn any 
one away and I wouldn't turn you boys away.' She drew 
her arms about us and said: 'Come on in.' She gave us 
our breakfast and our dinner, too. There wasn't any train 
going out on the 'Q' until afternoon. We saw a freight 
train standing there, so we climbed into the caboose. 

"The conductor came along and said: ' Where's your 

money or ticket?' 
"'Ain't got 

"Til have to 
put you off.' 

"We com- 
menced to cry. 
My brother handed 
him a letter of in- 
troduction to the 
superintendent of 
the orphans' home. 
The conductor read 
it, and handed it 
back as the tears 
rolled down his 
cheeks. Then he 
said: 'Just sit 
still, boys. It won't cost a cent to ride on my train.' 

"It's only twenty miles from Council Bluffs to Glen- 
wood, and as we rounded the curve the conductor said: 
'There it is on the hill.' 

"I want to say to you that one of the brightest pictures 
that hangs upon the walls of my memory is the recollection 
of the days when as a little boy, out in the log cabin on the 
frontier of Iowa, I knelt by mother's side. 

"I went back to the old farm some years ago. The 
scenes had changed about the place. Faces I had known 
and loved had long since turned to dust. Fingers that used 
to turn the pages of the Bible were obliterated and the old 











ROBE or 



5 HOW 





trees beneath which we boys used to play and swing had been 
felled by the woodman's axe. I stood and thought. The 
man became a child again and the long weary nights of sin 
and of hardships became as though they never had been. 
"Once more with my gun on my shoulder and my favor- 
ite dog trailing at my heels I walked through the pathless 
wood and sat on the old familiar logs and stumps, and as I 
sat and listened to the wild, weird harmonies of nature, 
a vision of the past opened. The squirrel from the limb of 
the tree barked defiantly and I threw myself into an interro- 
gation point, and when the gun cracked, the squirrel fell 
at my feet. I grabbed him and ran home to throw him down 
and receive compliments for my skill as a marksman. And 
I saw the tapestry of the evening fall. I heard the lowing 
herds and saw them wind slowly o'er the lea and I listened 
to the tinkling bells that lulled the distant fowl. Once more 
I heard the shouts of childish glee. Once more I climbed 
the haystack for the hen's eggs. Once more we crossed the 
threshold and sat at our frugal meal. Once more mother 
drew the trundle bed out from under the larger one, and we 
boys, kneeling down, shut our eyes and clasping our little 
hands, said: 'Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the 
Lord, my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I 
pray thee, Lord, my soul to take. And this I ask for Jesus' 
sake, Amen.' 

" 'Backward, turn backward, time in thy flight, 
Make me a child again, just for tonight, 
Mother, come back from that echoless shore, 
Take me again to your heart as of yore. 
Into the old cradle I'm longing to creep, 
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.' 

"I stood beneath the old oak tree and it seemed to carry 
on a conversation with me. It seemed to say: 
" 'Hello Bill. Is that you?' 
" 'Yes, it's I, old tree.' 
" 'Well, you've got a bald spot on the top of your head. 


Speed is a phase of base ball that, being clear to all 
eyes, appeals to the bleachers. So it came about that 
Sunday was soon a base-ball "hero," analogous to "Ty" 
Cobb or "Home-Run" Baker, or Christy Mathewson of 
our own day. He himself tells the story of one famous 
play, on the day after his conversion: 

"That afternoon we played the old Detroit club. We 
were neck and neck for the championship. That club had 
Thompson, Richardson, Rowe, Dunlap, Hanlon and Bennett, 
and they could play ball. 

"I was playing right field. Mike Kelly was catching 
and John G. Clarkson was pitching. He was as fine a 
pitcher as ever crawled into a uniform. There are some 
pitchers today, O'Toole, Bender, Wood, Mathewson, John- 
son, Marquard, but I do not believe any one of them stood 
hi the class with Clarkson. 

"Cigarettes put him on the bum. When he'd taken a 
bath the water would be stained with nicotine. 

"We had two men out and they had a man on second 
and one on third and Bennett, their old catcher, was at bat. 
Charley had three balls and two strikes on him. Charley 
couldn't hit a high ball: but he could kill them when they 
went about his knee. 

"I hollered to Clarkson and said: 'One more and we 
got 'em.' 

"You know every pitcher puts a hole in the ground 
where he puts his foot when he is pitching. John stuck his 
foot in the hole and he went clean to the ground. Oh, he 
could make 'em dance. He could throw overhanded, and 
the ball would go down and up like that. He is the only 
man on earth I have seen do that. That ball would go by 
so fast that the batter could feel the thermometer drop two 
degrees as she whizzed by. John went clean down, and as 
he went to throw the ball his right foot slipped and the ball 
went low instead of high. 

"I saw Charley swing hard and heard the bat hit the 
ball with a terrific boom. Bennett had smashed the ball 

Copyright by Goodwin fc Cc. c N. F, 


A Base-Ball "Star" , 

Don't get chesty over success. BILLY SUNDAY. 

SOMETIMES the preacher tells his people what a great 
journalist he might have been, or what a successful 
business man, had he not entered the ministry; but 
usually his hearers never would have suspected it if he had 
not told them. Billy Sunday's eminence as a base-ball 
player is not a shadow cast backward from his present pre- 
eminence. His success as a preacher has gained luster from 
his distinction as a base-ball player, while his fame as a base- 
ball player has been kept alive by his work as an evangelist. 

All the world of base-ball enthusiasts, a generation ago, 
knew Billy Sunday, the speediest base-runner and the most 
daring base-stealer in the whole fraternity. Wherever he 
goes today veteran devotees of the national game recall 
times they saw him play; and sporting periodicals and 
sporting pages of newspapers have been filled with remi- 
niscences from base-ball "fans," of the triumphs of the 
evangelist on the diamond. 

A side light on the reality of his religion while engaged 
in professional base ball is thrown by the fact that sporting 
writers always speak of him with pride and loyalty, and his 
old base-ball associates who still survive, go frequently to 
hear him preach. The base-ball world thinks that he reflects 
distinction on the game. 

Now base ball hi Marshalltown and base ball in Chicago 
had not exactly the same standards. The recruit had to be 
drilled. He struck out the first thirteen times he went to 
bat. He never became a superior batter, but he could 
always throw straight and hard. At first he was inclined 
to take too many chances and his judgment was rather 
unsafe. One base-ball writer has said that "Sunday 



probably caused more wide throws than any other player 
the game has ever known, because of his specialty of going 
down to first like a streak of greased electricity. When he 
hit the ball infielders yelled ' hurry it up/ The result was 
that they often threw them away." He was the acknowl- 
edged champion sprinter of the National League. This once 
led to a match race with Arlie Latham, who held like honors 
in the American League. Sunday won by fifteen feet. 

Sunday was the sort of figure the bleachers liked. He 
was always eager sometimes too eager to" take a chance." 
What was a one-base hit for another man was usually good 

for two bases for 
him. His slides and 
stolen bases were 
adventures beloved. 
of the "fans" the 
spice of the game. 
He also was apt in 
retort to the com- 
j2j ments from the 
jr bleachers, but al- 
ways good-natured. 
The crowds liked 
him, even as did his 
team mates. 

Sunday was a man's man, and so continues to this day. 
His tabernacle audiences resemble base-ball crowds in the 
proportion of men present, more nearly than any other 
meetings of a religious nature that are regularly being held. 
Sunday spent five years on the old Chicago team, mostly 
playing right or center field. He was the first man in the 
history of base ball to circle the bases in fourteen seconds. 
He could run a hundred yards from a standing start in ten 
seconds flat. Speed had always been his one distinction. 
As a lad of thirteen, hi the Fourth of July games at Ames, 
he won a prize of three dollars in a foot-race, a feat 
which he recalls with pleasure. 



A Curbstone Recruit 

You've got to sign your own Declaration of Independence before you can 
celebrate your Fourth of July victory. BILLY SUNDAY. 

NOBODY this side of heaven can tell to whom the 
credit belongs for any great life or great work. 
But we may be reasonably sure that the unsung 
and unknown women of the earth have a large part in every 
achievement worth while. 

Mrs. Clark, saintly wife of Colonel Clark, the devoted 
founder of the Pacific Garden Rescue Mission in Chicago, is 
one of that host of women who, like the few who followed 
Jesus in his earthly ministry, have served in lowly, incon- 
spicuous ways, doing small tasks from a great love. Night 
after night, with a consecration which never flagged, she 
labored in the gospel for a motley crowd of men and 
women, mostly society's flotsam and jetsam, many of 
whom found this hospitable building the last fort this side 
of destruction. 

A single visit to a down-town rescue mission is romantic, 
picturesque and somewhat of an adventure a sort of 
sanctified slumming trip. Far different is it to spend night 
after night, regardless of weather or personal feelings, in 
coming to close grips with sin-sodden men and women, 
many of them the devil's refuse. A sickening share of the 
number are merely seeking shelter or lodging or food: sin's 
wages are not sufficient to live upon, and they turn to the 
mercy of Christianity for succor. Never to be cast down by 
unworthiness or ingratitude, to keep a heart of hope hi 
face of successive failures, and to rejoice with a shepherd's 
joy over the one rescued this is the spirit of the consecrated 
rescue-mission worker. 

Such a woman was Mrs. Clark, the spiritual mother to a 




Burns, Williamson and Dalrymple. There wasn't a fellow 
in that gang who knocked; every fellow had a word of 
encouragement for me. 

"Mike Kelly was sold to Boston for $10,000. Mike got 
half of the purchase price. He came up to me and showed 
me a check for $5,000. John L. Sullivan, the champion 
jfighter, went around with a subscription paper and the boys 
raised over $12,000 to buy Mike a house. 

"They gave Mike a deed to the house and they had 
$1,500 left and gave him a certificate of deposit for that. 

"His salary for 
playing with Boston 
was $4,700 a year. 
At the end of that 
season Mike had 
spent the $5,000 pur- 
chase price and the 
$4,700 he received 
as salary and the 
$1,500 they gave 
him and had a 
mortgage on the 
house. And when 
he died hi Pennsyl- 
vania they went 

around with a subscription to get money enough to put 
him in the ground, and each club, twelve in all, in the two 
leagues gave a month a year to his wife. Mike sat here 
on the corner with me twenty-seven years ago, when I said, 
'Good-bye, boys, I'm going to Jesus Christ.' 

"A. G. Spalding signed up a team to go around the 
world. I was the second he asked to sign a contract and 
Captain Anson was the first. I was sliding to second base 
one day. I always slid head first, and hit a stone and cut 
a ligament loose hi my knee. 

"I got Dr. Magruder, who attended Garfield when he 
was shot, and he said: 


Playing the New Game 

It is not necessary to be in a big place to do big things. BILLY SUNDAY. 

IF Billy Sunday had not been an athlete he would not 
today be the physical marvel in the pulpit that he is; 
if he had not been reared in the ranks of the plain people 
he would not have possessed the vocabulary and insight into 
life which are essential parts of his equipment; if he had 
not served a long apprenticeship to toil he would not display 
his present pitiless industry; if he had not been a cog in the 
machinery of organized base ball, with wide travel and much 
experience of men, he would not be able to perfect the fimaz- 
ing organization of Sunday evangelistic campaigns; if he 
had not been a member and elder of a Presbyterian church 
he could not have resisted the religious vagaries which lead 
so many evangelists and immature Christian workers astray; 
if he had not been trained hi three years of Y. M. C. A. 
service he would not today be the flaming and insistent 
protagonist of personal work that he now is; if he had not 
been converted definitely and consciously and quickly hi 
a rescue mission he could not now preach his gospel of 
immediate conversion. 

All of which is but another way of saying that Sunday 
was trained in God's school. God prepared the man for 
the work he was preparing for him. Only by such uncommon 
training could this unique messenger of the gospel be pro- 
duced. A college course doubtless would have submerged 
Sunday into the level of the commonplace. A theological 
seminary would have denatured him. Evidently Sunday 
has learned the lesson of the value of individuality; he prizes 
it, preaches about it, and practices it. He probably does not 
know what "sm generis 11 means, but he is it. Over and 
over again he urges that instead of railing at what we have 



went. We had everything on the bill of fare, from soup to 
nuts, and the check was $7.60 apiece for two suppers. I've 
never had such a dinner since. 

"We talked things over. He said he was making 
money hand over fist that he could make more in a week 
than I could in a year. I was working at the Y. M. C. A. 
for $83 a month, and then not getting it, and base-ball 
managers were making me tempting offers -of good money 
to go back into the game at $500 to $1,000 a month to 
finish the season. But I wouldn't do it. Nobody called me 
a grafter then. 'Well/ I said to my friend, 'old man, 
you may have more at the end of the year than I've got 
maybe I won't have carfare but I'll be ahead of you. ' 

" Where is he now? Down at Joliet, where there is a 
big walled institution and where the stripes on your clothes 
run crossways." 

A Living Testimony 

"I had a friend who was a brilliant young fellow. He 
covered the Chino-Japanese war for a New York paper. 
He was on his way home when he was shipwrecked, and 
the captain and he were on an island living on roots for 
a week and then they signaled a steamer and got started 
home. He got word from the New York Tribune and they 
told him to go to Frisco, so he went, and they told him to 
come across the arid country and write up the prospects 
of irrigation. And as he walked across those plains, he 
thought of how they would blossom if they were only 
irrigated. Then he thought of how his life was like that 
desert, with nothing hi it but waste. 

"He got to Chicago and got a job on the Times and lost 
it on account of drunkenness, and couldn't get another on 
account of having no recommendation. So he walked out 
one winter night and took his reporter's book, addressed it 
to his father, and wrote something like this: 'I've made a 
miserable failure of this life. I've disgraced you and sent 
mother to a premature grave. If you care to look for me 



"He said, 'I did nothing of the kind. I was so low- 
down, I wouldn't even speak to my mother. She followed 
me up and down the switchyard and even followed me to my 
boarding house. I went upstairs, changed my clothes, 
came down, and she said, "Frank, stay and talk with me." 
I pushed by her and went out and spent the night in sin. I 
came back in the morning, changed my clothes and went 
to work. For four days she followed me up and down the 
switchyards and then she said, "Frank, you have broken my 
heart, and I am going 
away tomorrow." 

'"I happened 
to be near the depot 
with the engine when 
she got on the train 
and she raised the 
window and said, 
"Frank, kiss me 
good-bye." I stood 
talking with some of 
my drinking and 
gambling friends and 
one man said, 
"Frank Adsitt, you 
are a fool to treat 
your mother like 
that. Kiss her 

good-bye." I jerked from him and turned back. I 
heard the conductor call "All aboard." I heard the bell 
on the engine ring and the train started out, and I heard 
my mother cry, "Oh, Frank, if you won't kiss me good-bye, 
for God's sake turn and look at me!" 

"'Mr. Sunday, when the train on the Burlington Rail- 
road pulled out of Denver, I stood with my back to my 
mother. That's been nine years ago and I have never seen 
nor heard from her.' 

"I led him to Jesus. I got him a position in the old 


A Shut Door and an Open One 

Faith is the beginning of something of which you can't see the end but 
in which you believe. BILLY SUNDAY. 

DESTINY'S door turns on small hinges. Almost 
everybody can say out of his own experience, "If 
I had done this, instead of that, the whole course of 
my life would have been changed." At many points in 
the career of William A. Sunday we see what intrinsically 
small and unrelated incidents determined his future course 
in life. 

If he had not been sitting on that Chicago curbstone 
one evening, and if the Pacific Garden Mission workers had 
failed on that one occasion alone to go forth into the high- 
ways, Billy Sunday might have been only one of the 
multitude of forgotten base-ball players. If he had not 
gone to prayer-meeting in his new church home he would 
not have met the wife who has been so largely a determin- 
ing factor in his work. If he had not joined the Y. M. C. A. 
forces in Chicago he would not have become Peter Bil- 
horn's friend and so Dr. Chapman's assistant. 

And here we come to a very human story if Dr. J. 
Wilbur Chapman had not suddenly decided to abandon the 
evangelistic field and return to the pastorate of Bethany 
Presbyterian Church in Philadelphia, Sunday would doubt- 
less still be unknown to the world as a great religious 
leader. The story came to me from the lips of the 
evangelist himself one morning. We were discussing certain 
current criticisms of his work and he showed himself 
frankly bewildered as well as pained by the hostility dis- 
played toward him on the part of those up to whom he 
looked as leaders and counselors. Off the platform Sunday 
is one of the most childlike and guileless of men. He grew 


Campaigning for Christ 

Let's quit fiddling with religion and do something to bring the world 
to Christ. BILLY SUNDAY. 

HIS American birthright of plain common sense 
stands Sunday in stead of theological training. 
He is " a practical man," as mechanics say. Kipling's 
poem on "The Ainerican" hits off Sunday exactly: 

"He turns a keen, untroubled face 
Home to the instant need of things." 

So a Sunday evangelistic campaign is a marvel of organ- 
ization. It spells efficiency at every turn and is a lesson to 
the communities which do Christian work in haphazard, 
hit-or-miss fashion. Work and faith are written large over 
every series of Sunday meetings. 

Sunday never took a course hi psychology, but he 
understands the crowd mind. He knows how to deal with 
multitudes. He sees clearly where the masses must come 
from, and so he sets to work to bring them out of the homes 
of the working people. He goes beyond the church circles 
for his congregations, and makes his appeal to the popular 
taste. He frankly arms to strike the average of the common 
people. For he is after that host which too often the 
preacher knows nothing about. 

People must be set to talking about religion and about 
the Sunday campaign if the latter is to succeed. Indifference 
is the foe of all foes to be feared by an evangelist. Even 
hostile criticism really serves a religious purpose, for it 
directs attention to the messenger and the message. Knowl- 
edge of this is the reason why Sunday always devotes his 
earliest sermons in a campaign to the subjects likeliest to 



A stranger roaming about the streets of Philadelphia 
during December, 1914, would have been struck by the 
number of signs in the windows of private homes, announc- 
ing prayer meetings within. During the entire month these 
home prayer meetings were held twice a week, averaging 
more than five thousand meetings on each assigned night, 
with more than one hundred thousand persons present 
nightly. This meant an aggregate attendance of nearly 
a million Christians upon preparatory prayer services! 

When tens of thousands of earnest Christians are 
meeting constantly for united prayer a spirit of expectancy 
and unity is created which makes sure the success of the 
revival. Incidentally, there is a welding together of Christian 
forces that will abide long after the evangelist has gone. 
These preliminary prayer-meetings are a revelation of the 
tremendous possibilities inherent hi the churches of any 
community. With such a sea of prayer buoying him up 
any preacher could have a revival. 

Sagaciously, Sunday throws all responsibility back on 
the churches. While he takes command of the ship when he 
arrives, yet he does all in his power to prevent the campaign 
from being a one-man affair. The local committee must 
underwrite the expenses; for these campaigns are not to be 
financed by the gifts of the wealthy, but by the rank and file 
of the church membership accepting responsibility of the 
work. The guarantees are underwritten in the form of 
shares and each guarantor receives a receipt for his shares 
to be preserved as a memento of the campaign. True, no 
guarantor ever had to pay a dollar on his Billy Sunday 
campaign subscription, for the evangelist himself raises all 
of the expense money in the early meetings of the series. 

John the Baptist was only a voice: but Billy Sunday is 
a voice, plus a bewildering array of committees and assistants 
and organized machinery. He has committees galore to 
co-operate hi his work: a drilled army of the Lord. In the 
list of Scranton workers that is before me I see tabulated 
an executive committee, the directors, a prayer-meeting com- 

" Speech Seasoned with Salt " 

I want to preach the gospel so plainly that men can come from the 
factories and not have to bring along a dictionary. BILLY SUNDAY. 

SUNDAY is not a shepherd, but a soldier; not a hus- 
bandman of a vineyard, but a quarryman. The r61e 
he fills more nearly approximates that of the Baptist, 
or one of the Old Testament prophets, than any other 
Bible character. The word of the Lord that has come to 
him is not "Comfort ye! comfort ye!" but " Arouse ye! 
arouse ye!" and "Repent! repent!" 

Evangelist Sunday's mission is not conventional, nor 
may it be judged by conventional standards. He is not a 
pastor; probably he would be a failure hi the pastorate. 
Neither would any sensible person expect pastors to 
resemble Billy Sunday; for that, too, would be a calamity. 

Taking a reasonable view of the case, what do we find? 
Here is a man whose clear work it is to attract the attention 
of the heedless to the claims of the gospel, to awaken a 
somnolent Church, and to call men to repentance. To do 
this a man must be sensational, just as John the Baptist 
was sensational not to mention that Greater One who 
drew the multitudes by his wonderful works and by his 
unconventional speech. 

In the time of Jesus, as now, religion had become 
embalmed in petrified phrases. The forms of religious 
speech were set. But Christ's talk was not different from 
everyday speech. The language of spirituality, which once 
represented great living verities, had become so conven- 
tionalized that it slipped easily into cant and "shop talk." 
It is a fact which we scarcely like to admit that myriads 
of persons who attend church regularly do not expect 
really to understand what the preacher is talking about. 



"They say to me, 'Bill, you rub the fur the wrong 
way.' I don't; let the cats turn 'round." 

Again, "It isn't a good thing to have synonyms for 
sin. Adultery is adultery, even though you call it affinity." 

Again, "Paul said he would rather speak five words 
that were understood than ten thousand words in an 
unknown tongue. That hits me. I want people to know 
what I mean, and that's why I try to get down where they 
live. What do I care if some puff-eyed, dainty little dibbly- 
dibbly preacher goes tibbly-tibbling around because I use 
plain Anglo-Saxon words." 

Two important points are to be considered in connec- 
tion with Sunday's vigorous vocabulary; the first is that 
what he says does not sound as bad as it seems in cold type. 
Often he is incorrectly reported. The constant contention 
of his friends is that he should be heard before being crit- 
icized. The volume of testimony of all the men who have 
heard him preachers, professors and purists is that his 
addresses which seem shocking when reported are not 
shocking when heard. 

On the public square hi Scranton a great sign was 
displayed by the local committee: 



One Scranton business man put it this way: "Type 
is cold; his sermons are hot." 

Sunday speaks with his eyes, with his gestures and 
with every muscle of his body; and all this must be taken 


Nobody can read the Bible thoughtfully, and not be 
impressed with the way it upholds the manhood of man. 
More chapters in the Bible are devoted to portraying the 
manhood of Caleb than to the creation of the world. 

Home is on a level with the women; the town is on a 
level with the homes. 

You will find lots of things in Shakespeare which are 
not fit for reading in a mixed audience and call that litera- 
ture. When you hear some truths here in the tabernacle 
you will call it vulgar. 
It makes all the differ- 
ence in the world 
whether Bill Shakes- 
peare or Bill Sunday 
said it. 

The more oyster 
soup it takes to run a 
church, the faster it- 
runs to the devil. 

The reason you 
don't like the Bible, 
you old sinner, is 
because it knows all 
about you. 

Wasn't the first to find DON'T PULL ON THE SAME ROPE 

out that Moses made 

mistakes. God knew about it long before Ingersoll was 


All that God has ever done to save this old world, has 
been done through men and women of flesh and blood like 

Nearly everybody is stuck up about something. Some 
people are even proud that they aren't proud. 

The average young man is more careful of his company 
than the average girl. 

Going to church doesn't make a man a Christian, any 
more than going to a garage makes him an automobile. 


The Lord may have to pile a coffin on your back before 
he can get you to bend it. 

Don't throw your ticket away when the train goes into 
a tunnel. It will come out the other side. 

The safest pilot is not the fellow that wears the biggest 
hat, but the man who knows the channels. 

If a man goes to hell he ought to be there, or he wouldn't! 
be there. 

I am preaching for the age in which I live. I am just 
recasting my vocabulary to suit the people of my age instead 
of Joshua's age. 

The Church gives the people what they need ; the theater 
gives them what they want. 

Death-bed repentance is burning the candle of life hi 
the service of the devil, and then blowing the smoke into 
the face of God. 

Your reputation is what people say about you. Your 
character is what God and your wife know about you. 

When your heart is breaking you don't want the dancing 
master or saloon-keeper. No, you want the preacher. 

Don't you know that every bad man hi a community 
strengthens the devil's mortgage? 

Pilate washed his hands. If he had washed his old black 
heart he would have been all right. 

It takes a big man to see other people succeed without 
raising a howl. 

It's everybody's business how you live. 

Bring your repentance down to a spot-cash basis. 

I believe that cards and dancing are doing more to dam 
the spiritual life of the Church than the grog-shops though 
you can't accuse me of being a friend of that stinking, dirty, 
rotten, hell-soaked business. 

If you took no more care of yourself physically than 
spiritually, you'd be just as dried up physically as you are 


Battling with "Booze" 

The man who votes for the saloon is pulling on the same rope with the 
devil, whether he knows it or not. BILLY SUNDAY. 

THERE is a tremendous military advantage in having 
a definite enemy. The sermons that are aimed at 
nothing generally hit it. Billy Sunday is happiest 
and most successful when attacking the liquor evil. Down 
among the masses of men he learned for himself the awful 
malignity of strong drink, which he deems the greatest 
evil of our day. 

So he fights it. Everybody will admit the saloon- 
keeper first of all that Billy Sunday is the most effective 
foe of the liquor business in America today. Small won- 
der the brewers spend large sums of money in circulating 
attacks upon him, and hi going before him to every town 
where he conducts meetings, spreading slanders of many 

There is a ghastly humor hi the success the brewers 
have hi enlisting the preachers to make common cause with 
them hi discrediting this evangelist. Shrewd men have 
come quite generally to the conclusion that they will not 
give aid and comfort to the enemies of righteousness whose 
interests are best served by criticism of Billy Sunday. 
All incidental questions aside, Sunday does the Lord's work 
and is on the Lord's side. It is a pitiable spectacle to see 
the Lord's servants attacking him; though it is quite under- 
standable why the liquor interest should spend large sums 
of money hi antagonizing Sunday. It would be worth a 
million dollars to them any day if he could be put out of 

Wherever Sunday goes a great temperance awakening 
follows. In eleven of fifteen Illinois towns where he cam- 



Archbishop Ireland, the famous Roman Catholic, of 
St. Paul, said of social crime today, that "seventy-five 
per cent is caused by drink, and eighty per cent of the 

I go to a family and it is broken up, and I say, "What 
caused this?" Drink! I step up to a young man on the 
scaffold and say, "What brought you here?" Drink! 
Whence all the misery and sorrow and corruption? Inva- 
riably it is drink. 

Five Points, hi New York, was a spot as near like hell 
as any spot on earth. There are five streets that run to 
this point, and right in the middle was an old brewery and 
the streets on either side were lined with grog shops. The 
newspapers turned a searchlight on the district, and the first 
thing they had to do was to buy the old brewery and turn 
it into a mission. 

The Parent of Crimes 

The saloon is the sum of all villanies. It is worse than 
war or pestilence. It is the crime of crimes. It is the 
parent of crimes and the mother of sins. It is the appalling 
source of misery and crime in the land. And to license 
such an incarnate fiend of hell is the dirtiest, low-down, 
damnable business on top of this old earth. There is 
nothing to be compared to it. 

The legislature of Illinois appropriated $6,000,000 in 
1908 to take care of the insane people in the state, and the 
whisky business produces seventy-five per cent of the 
insane. That is what you go down hi your pockets for to 
help support. Do away with the saloons and you will 
close these institutions. The saloons make them necessary, 
and they make the poverty and fill the jails and the peni- 
tentiaries. Who has to pay the bills? The landlord who 
doesn't get the rent because the money goes for whisky; 
the butcher and the grocer and the charitable person who 
takes pity on the children of drunkards, and the taxpayer 
who supports the insane asylums and other institutions, 
that the whisky business keeps full of human wrecks. 


De Brewer's Big Hosses. 



H. 8. Taylor. J. B. Herbert. 


1. Oh de Brew-er's big 

2. Oh de lick - er men's 

3. Oh Til bar- ness dem 

f t 

boss - es, com - in' down de road, 

act in' like dey own dis place, 

boss es to de temp-'rance cart, 

' I__J I 1 

Tot - in' all a - roond ole La - ci - fer*s load; Dey step BO high, 

Liy - in' on de sweat ob de po' man's face. Bey's fat and sas - 

Hit 'em wid a gad to gib 'em a start, Til teach 'em how 

f T f f t f f 



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r \ i i ii 1 1 

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an' dey step so free, Bat dem big boss- es can't ran o ver me. 

ey as dey can be, Bat dem big boss- es can't ran o - ver me. 

for to haw and gee, For dem big boss- es can't ran o - ver me. 

t 1 ~ -&&- 



Oh, no I boys, oh, no I De turnpike's free wherebber I go, Fm a temperance 

' 1 

in - gine, don't you see, Andde Brewer's big boss- es can't run o - ver ma! 



* A good effect can be obtained if the male voices will imitate escaping steam and 
whistle while the female voices sing the two following measures. 



fair grounds and a fellow came up to him and said: "Are 
you the fellow that gave a talk on temperance?" 

"Well, I think that the managers did a dirty piece of 
business to let you give a lecture on temperance. You have 
hurt my business and my business is a legal one." 

"You are right there," said the lecturer, "they did do a 
mean trick; I would complain to the officers." And he 
took up a premium list and said: "By the way, I see there 

is a premium of so 
much offered for the 
best horse and cow 
and butter. What 
business are you in?" 
"I'm in the liquor 

"Well, I don't see 
that they offer any pre- 
mium for your busi- 
ness. You ought to 
go down and compel 
them to offer a pre- 
mium for your busi- 
ness and they ought to 
offer on the list $25 

for the best wrecked home, $15 for the best bloated bum 
that you can show, and $10 for the finest specimen of 
broken-hearted wife, and they ought to give $25 for the finest 
specimens of thieves and gamblers you can trot out. You 
can bring out the finest looking criminals. If you have 
something that is good trot it out. You ought to come in 
competition with the farmer, with his stock, and the fancy 
work, and the canned fruit." 

The Saloon a Coward 

As Dr. Howard said: "I tell you that the saloon is a 
coward. It hides itself behind stained-glass doors and 






o a 

"Give Attendance to Reading" 

There are some so-called Christian homes today with books on the 
shelves of the library that have no more business there than a rattler crawling 
about on the floor, or poison within the child's reach. BILLY SUNDAY. 

* *1 NEVER heard Billy Sunday use an ungrammatical 

sentence," remarked one observer. "He uses a 

A great deal of slang, and many colloquialisms, but not 

a single error in grammar could I detect. Some of his 

passages are really beautiful English." 

Sunday has made diligent effort to supplement his lack 
of education. He received the equivalent of a high-school 
training hi boyhood, which is far more than Lincoln ever 
had. Nevertheless he has not had the training of the 
average educated man, much less of a normal minister of 
the gospel. He is conscious of his limitations: and has 
diligently endeavored to make up for them. When coach- 
ing the Northwestern University base-ball team in the 
winter of '87 and '88 he attended classes at the University. 
He has read a great deal and to this day continues his 
studies. Of course his acquaintance with literature is 
superficial: but his use of it shows how earnestly he has 
read up on history and literature and the sciences. He 
makes better use of his knowledge of the physical sciences, 
and of historical allusions, than most men drilled in them 
for years. He displays a proneness for what he himself 
would call "high-brow stuff," and his disproportionate dis- 
play of his "book learning" reveals his conscious effort to 
supply what does not come to him naturally. 

Sunday has an eclectic mind. He knows a good 
thing when he sees it. He is quick to incorporate into 
his discourses happenings or illustrations wherever found. 
Moody also was accustomed to do this: he circulated 



all evangelical Christians. If he were less cock-sure he would 
not be Billy Sunday; the great mass of mankind want a 
religion of authority. 

After all, truth is intolerant. 

Although lacking technical literary training Sunday 
is not only a master of living English and of terse, strong, 
vivid and gripping phrase, but he is also capable of extraor- 
dinary flights of eloquence, when he uses the chastest and 
most appropriate language. He has held multitudes spell- 
bound with such passages as these: 

God's Token of Love 

"Down in Jacksonville, Florida, a man, Judge Owen, 
quarreled with his betrothed and to try to forget, he went 
off and worked in a yellow-fever hospital. Finally he caught 
the disease and had succumbed to it. He had passed the 
critical stage of the disease, but he was dying. One day 
his sweetheart met the physician on the street and asked 
about the judge. 'He's sick/ he told her. 

"'How bad?' she asked. 

"'Well, he's passed the critical stage, but he is dying/ 
the doctor told her. 

"'But I don't understand/ she said, 'if he's passed the 
critical stage why isn't he getting well? ' 

" ' He's dying, of undying love for you, not the fever/ the 
doctor told her. She asked him to come with her to a 
florist and he went and there she purchased some smilax 
and intertwined lilacs and wrote on a card, 'With my love/ 
and signed her given name. 

"The doctor went back to the hospital and his patient 
was tossing hi fitful slumber. He laid the flowers on his 
breast and he awoke and saw the flowers and buried his 
head in them. 'Thanks for the flowers, doctor/ he said, 
but the doctor said, 'They are not from me/ 

"'Then who are they from?' 


"'I can't; tell me/ 


(( C 

f l think you'll find the name on the card/ the doctor 
told him, and he looked and read the card, 'With my love/ 

" 'Tell me/ he cried, 'did she write that of her free will 
or did you beg her to do it?' The doctor told .him she had 
begged to do it herself. 

"Then you ought to have seen him. The next day he 
was sitting up. The next day he ate some gruel. The next 
day he was in a chair. The next day he could hobble on 
crutches. The next day he threw one of them away. The 
next day he threw the cane away and the next day he could 
walk pretty well. On the ninth day there was a quiet 
wedding in the annex of the hospital. You laugh; but 
listen : This old world is like a hospital. Here are the wards 
for the libertines. Here are the wards for the drunkards. 
Here are the wards for the blasphemers. Everywhere I 
look I see scarred humanity. 

"Nineteen hundred years ago God looked over the 
battlements of heaven and he picked a basket of flowers, 
and then one day he dropped a baby into the manger at 
Bethlehem. 'For God so loved the world that he gave his 
only begotten Son that whosoever believeth on him should 
not perish but have everlasting life.' What more can he do? 

"But God didn't spare him. They crucified him, but 
he burst the bonds of death and the Holy Spirit came 
down. They banished John to the isle of Patmos and there 
he wrote the words: ' Behold, I stand at the door and knock; 
if any man hear my voice and open the door I shall come 
in to him and sup with him and he with me.' ' ' ..__> 

The Sinking Ship 

"Years ago there was a ship on the Atlantic and a 
storm arose. The ship sprung a leak and in spite of all the 
men could do they could not pump out the water fast enough. 
The captain called the men to him and told them that he 
had taken observations and bearings and said unless the 
leak was stopped in ten hours the boat would be at the 
bottom of the sea. 'I want a man who will volunteer his 


"The time will come when there will be a rap on the 

" 'Who are you?' 

"'I didn't send for you. Why do you come here?' 
" 'Nobody sends for me. I choose my own time. If I 
waited for people to send for me I would never come.' 
"'But don't come in now, Death.' 
"'I am coming in. I have waited for a long time. I 
have held a mortgage on you for fifty years, and I've come 
to foreclose.' 

" 'But, ah, Death, I'm not ready.' 

'"Hush! Hush! 
I've come [to take 
you. You must 

" 'De a t h ! 
Death! Go get my 
pocke tbook, ' there! 
Go get my bankbook! 
Go get the key to my 
safety deposit box! 
Take my gold watch, 
my jewelry, my lands, 
my home, everything 
I've got, I'll give all 
"BUT DEATH SATS, TVE COME FOB You'" to you if you'll only 


"But Death says, 'I've come for you. I don't want 
your money or your land or anything that you have. You 
must come with me.' 

'"Death! Death! Don't blow that icy breath upon 
me. Don't crowd me against the wall!' 

" 'You must come! You have a week you have five 
days you have one day you have twelve hours you 
have one hour you have thirty minutes you have ten 
minutes you have one minute you have thirty seconds 


"Now the servant of Naaman 
entered the hut of 
the Prophet Eli- 
sha and found 
him sitting 
perched up on 
a stool, wri 
ing on Pa- 
had the 
the old 


t just said 
'Tell him to 

bathe in the Jordan seven 
times now BEAT IT 1 


So the servant went 
back, and Naaman ,\ 
said, 'Well did you \\ 
see him ?' 

And the servant said, 
'Yes, but he's a queer old 
duck he said for you to 
bathe in the Jordan seven 

But he went right ahead! 
First he stuck one toe in 
and shivered but finally 

-He held onto his nose and 
shut his eyes and down he 
went in all over I 


Naaman thought he'd take a chance 
so he went down to the river 
bank and got off hi. clothes 
and probably about t'-ie frst 
thing he did was to stub his toe 
against a big rock! 
O-o-o-o-o-o-o ! 

And then like as not 
one of those big sand 
flies sat right down be- 
tween his shoulder blades ! 

And then up he came 
and stamped and pounded 

and spluttered and got 

the water out of 
his ears 

And nothing had happened 
except that his sores began 
to itch but when he had dipped 
seven times his flesh was made whole 



Acrobatic Preaching 

If nine-tenths of you were as weak physically as you are spiritually, 
you couldn't walk. BILLY SUNDAY. 

IF, as has been often said, inspiration is chiefly perspira- 
tion, then there is no doubting the inspiration of Rev. 
William A. Sunday, D.D. Beyond question he is the 
most vigorous speaker on the public platform today. One 
editor estimates that he travels a mile over his platform in 
every sermon he delivers. There is no other man to liken 
him to: only an athlete hi the pink of condition could endure 
the gruelling exertions to which he subjects himself every 
day of his campaigns. The stranger who sees him for the 
first time is certain that he is on the very edge of a complete 
collapse; but as that same remark has been made for years 
past, it is to be hoped that the physical instrument may be 
equal to its task for a long time to come. 

People understand with their eyes as well as with their 
ears; and Sunday preaches to both. The intensity of his 
physical exertions gestures is hardly an adequate word- 
certainly enhances the effect of the preacher's earnestness. 
No actor on the dramatic stage works so hard. Such 
passion as dominates Sunday cannot be simulated; it 
is the soul pouring itself out through eve.ry pore of the 

Some of the platform activities of Sunday make specta- 
tors gasp. He races to and fro across the platform. Like 
a jack knife he fairly doubles up in emphasis. One hand 
smites the other. His foot stamps the floor as if to destroy 
it. Once I saw him bring his clenched fist down so hard on 
the seat of a chair that I feared the blood would flow and 
the bones be broken. No posture is too extreme for this 
restless gymnast. Yet it all seems natural. Like his speech, 



It has never built a hospital for the crushed and sick. It 
has never dried tears. It has never built a mission for the 
rescue of the down-and-out. It wouldn't take a ream, or 
a quire, or a sheet, or even a line of paper to write down what 
infidelity has done to better and gladden the world. 

"What has infidelity done to benefit the world? What 
has it ever done to help humanity in any way? It never 
built a school, it never built a church, it never built an 
asylum or a home for the poor. It never did anything for 
the good of man. I challenge the combined forces of 
unbelief. They have failed utterly. 

"Well may Christianity stand today and point to its 
hospitals, its churches and its schools with their towers 
and the spires pointing to the source of their inspiration and 
say: 'These are the works that I do/ 

"I would rather have been a French peasant and worn 
wooden shoes; I would rather have lived in a hut, with a 
vine growing over the door and grapes growing and ripening 
in the autumn sun; I would rather have been that peasant, 
with my wife and children by my side and the open Bible 
on my knees, at peace with the world and at peace with 
God; I would rather have been that poor peasant and gone 
down at least in the promiscuity of the dust, with the 
certainty that my name was written in the Lamb's book of 
life than to have been that brilliant infidel whose tricks of 
oratory charmed thousands and sent souls to hell." 

The Faithful Pilot 

"Some years ago a harbor pilot in Boston, who had held 
a commission for sixty-five years (you know the harbor 
pilots and the ocean pilots are different). For sixty-five 
years he had guided ships in and out of the Boston harbor, 
but his time to die had come. Presently the watchers at 
his bedside saw that he was trying to sit up, and they 
aided him. 'I see a light/ he said. 

"'Is it the Minot light?' they asked him. 

"'No, that is first white and then red; this one is all 



it is an integral part of the man. Every muscle of his body 
preaches in accord with his voice. 

Be it whispered, men like this unconventional sort of 
earnestness. Whenever they are given a chance, most men 
are prone to break the trammels of sober usage. I never 
yet have met a layman who has been through a Billy Sunday 
campaign who had a single word of criticism of the platform 
gymnastics of the evangelist. Their reasoning is something 
like this: On the stage, where men undertake to represent 
a character or a truth, they use all arts and spare themselves 
not at all. Why should not a man go to greater lengths 
when dealing with living 
realities of the utmost im- 

Sunday is a physical 
sermon. In a unique sense 
he glorifies God with his 
body. Only a physique 
kept in tune by clean living 
and right usage could re- 
spond to the terrific and 
unceasing demands which 
Sunday makes upon it. 
When in a sermon he 
alludes to the man who acts 

no better than a four-footed brute, Sunday is for an instant 
down on all fours on the platform and you see that brute. 
As he pictures a man praying he sinks to his knees for a 
single moment. When he talks of the death-bed penitent 
as a man waiting to be pumped full of embalming fluid, he 
cannot help going through the motions of pumping in the 
fluid. He remarks that death-bed repentance is "burning 
the candle of life in the service of the devil, and then blowing 
the smoke in God's face" and the last phrase is accom- 
panied by "pfouff!" In a dramatic description of the 
marathon he pictures the athlete falling prostrate at the 
goal and thud! there lies the evangelist prone on the 



"I will tell you many young people are good in the 
beginning, but they are like the fellow that was killed by 
falling off a skyscraper they stop too quick. They go one 
day like a six-cylinder automobile with her carbureters 
working; the next day they stroll along like a fellow walking 
through a graveyard reading the epitaphs on the tomb- 
stones. It is the false ideals that strew the shores with 
wrecks, eagerness to achieve success in realms we can not 
reach that breeds half the ills that curse today. One 
hundred years from tonight what difference will it make 
whether you are rich or poor; whether learned or illiterate. 

" ' It matters little where I was born, 

Whether my parents were rich or poor; 
Whether they shrunk from the cold world's scorn, 

Or lived in pride of wealth secure. 
But whether I live an honest man, 

And hold my integrity firm in my clutch; 
I tell you my neighbor as plain as I can, 

That matters much.' 

"The engineer is bigger than the locomotive, because 
he runs it. 

"Do your best and you will never wear out shoe leather 
looking for a job. Do your best, and you will never become 
blind reading 'Help Wanted' ads in a newspaper. Be like the 
fellow that went to college and tacked the letter V up over 
his door in his room. He was asked what that stood for, 
and he said valedictorian, and he went out carrying the 
valedictory with him. 

" 'If I were a cobbler, best of all cobblers I would be. 

If I were a tinker, no tinker beside should mend an old tea kettle for me.' " 

In dealing with the unreality of many preachers, Sunday 
pictures a minister as going to the store to buy groceries 
for his wife, but using his pulpit manner, his pulpit tone of 
voice and his pulpit phraseology. This is so true to life 
that it convulses every congregation that hears it. In these 

"The Old-Time Religion" 

I am an old-fashioned preacher of the old-time religion, that has warmed 
this cold world's heart for two thousand years. BILLY SUNDAY. 

MODERN to the last minute Sunday's methods may 
be, but his message is unmistakably the " old-tune 
religion." He believes his beliefs without a ques- 
tion. There is no twilight zone in his intellectual processes; 
no mental reservation in his preaching. He is sure that man 
is lost without Christ, and that only by the acceptance of 
the Saviour can fallen humanity find salvation. He is as sure 
of hell as of heaven, and for all modernized varieties of 
religion he has only vials of scorn. 

In no single particular is Sunday's work more valuable 
than in its revelation of the power of positive conviction to 
attract and convert multitudes. The world wants faith. 
" Intolerant," cry the scholars of Sunday; but the hungry 
myriads accept him as their spiritual guide to peace, and joy, 
and righteousness. The world wants a religion with salva- 
tion in it; speculation does not interest the average man who 
seeks deliverance from sin hi himself and in the world. He 
does not hope to be evoluted into holiness; he wants to be 

"Modernists" sputter and fume and rail at Sunday 
and his work: but they cannot deny that he leads men and 
women into new lives of holiness, happiness and helpfulness. 
Churches are enlarged and righteousness is promoted, all 
by the old, blood-stained way of the Cross. The revivals 
which have followed the preaching of Evangelist Sunday 
are supplemental to the Book of the Acts. His theology is 
summed up in the words Peter used hi referring to Jesus: 
" There is none other Name under heaven given among men 
whereby we must be saved." 


" Hitting the Sawdust Trail " 

Come and accept my Christ. BILLY SUNDAY. 

PIONEERS are necessarily unconventional. America 
has done more than transform a wilderness into a 
nation: in the process she has created new forms of 
life and of speech. Back from the frontier has come a new, 
terse, vigorous and pictorial language. Much of it has 
found its way into the dictionaries. The newer West uses 
the word " trail" first employed to designate the traces 
left by traveling Indians to designate a path. The 
lumbermen ^commonly call the woods roads " trails." 

Imagine a lumberman lost in the big woods. He has 
wandered,~bewildered, for days. Death stares him in the 
face. Then, spent and affrighted, he comes to a trail. 
And the trail leads to life; it is the way home. 

There we have the origin of the expression "Hitting 
the sawdust trail," used in Mr. Sunday's meetings as a 
term similar to the older stereotyped phrases: "Going 
forward"; "Seeking the altar." The more conventional 
method, used by the other evangelists, is to ask for a show 
of hands. 

Out in the Puget Sound country, where the sawdust 
aisles and the rough tabernacle made an especial appeal to 
the woodsmen, the phrase "Hitting the sawdust trail" 
came into use in Mr. Sunday's meetings. The figure was 
luminous. For was not this the trail that led the lost to 
salvation, the way home to the Father's house? 

The metaphor appealed to the American public, which 
relishes all that savors of our people's most primitive life. 
Besides, the novel designation serves well the taste of a 
nation which is singularly reticent concerning its finer 
feelings, and delights to cloak its loftiest sentiments beneath 




A collarless, ragged, weak-faced slave of dissipation is 
next in line to a beautiful girl in the dew of her youth. 
An old, white-wooled negro, leaning on a staff, is led for- 
ward. Then a little child. Here are veritably all sorts 
and conditions of people. 

In the particular session I am describing, a big dele- 
gation of railroad 
men is present, and 
the evangelist keeps 
turning to them, 
with an occasional 
"Come on, Erie!" 
The memories of his 
own days as a rail- 
road brakeman are 
evidently working 
within him, and he 
seizes a green lan- 
tern and waves it. 
"A clear track 
ahead!" Toward 
these men he is most 
urgent, beckoning 
them also with a 
white railroad flag 
which he has taken 
from the decora- 


master mechanic IN THE DEW OF HER YOUTH 

"hits the trail" 

there is cheering from the crowd, and Sunday himself 
shows a delight that was exhibited over none of the 
society folk who came forward. 

Rare and remarkable as are these scenes in religious 
history, they occur nightly in the Sunday tabernacle. Two 
hundred, three hundred, five hundred, one thousand con- 
verts are common. 


To a student of these campaigns, it seems as if business 
has sensed, better than the preachers, the economic waste of 
of sin. 

A careful and discriminating thinker, the Rev. Joseph 
H. Odell, D.D., formerly pastor of the Second Presbyterian 
Church of Scranton, wrote an estimate of Billy Sunday and 
his work for The Outlook, in which he explains why his 
church, which had been opposed to the coming of the 
evangelist, reversed its vote: 

Testimony, direct and cumulative, reached the ears of 
the same refined and reverent men and women. The young 
business men, even those from the great universities, paused 
to consider. The testimony that changed the attitudes of 
the Church came from judges, lawyers, heads of corporations 
and well-known society leaders in their respective communi- 
ties. The testimony was phenomenally concurrent hi this: 
that, while it did not endorse the revivalist's methods, or 
accept his theological system, or condone his roughness and 
rudeness, it proved that the preaching produced results. 

1 ' Produced results ! ' ' Every one understood the phrase ; 
hi the business world it is talismanic. As the result of the 
Billy Sunday campaigns anywhere and everywhere drunk- 
ards became sober, thieves became honest, multitudes 
of people engaged themselves in the study of the Bible, 
thousands confessed their faith in Jesus Christ as the Saviour 
of the world, and all the quiescent righteousness of the 
community grew brave and belligerent against vice, intem- 
perance, gambling, and political dishonesty. 

During the last week of February I went to Pittsburgh 
for the purpose of eliciting interest in the candidacy of J. Ben- 
jamin Dimmick for the nomination of United States Senator. 
Billy Sunday had closed his Pittsburgh campaign a few days 
earlier. My task was easy. A group of practical politicians 
met Mr. Dimmick at dinner. They were the men who had 
worked the wards of Allegheny County on behalf of Penrose 
and the liquor interests for years. Together they were worth 
many thousands of votes to any candidate; in fact, they 
were the political balance of power in that county. They 
knew everything that men could know about the ballot, and 






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The Service of Society 

A lot of people think a man needs a new grandfather, sanitation, and a 
new shirt, when what he needs is a new heart. BILLY SUNDAY. 

SOME day a learned university professor, with a string 
of titles after his name, will startle the world by breaking 
away from the present conventionalism in sociology, 
and will conduct elaborate laboratory experiments in human 
betterment on the field of a Billy Sunday campaign. His 
conclusion will surely be that the most potent force for the 
service of society the shortest, surest way of bettering the 
human race is by the fresh, clear, sincere and insistent 
preaching of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. 

Of course, the New Testament has been teaching that 
for nearly twenty centuries, but the world has not yet 
comprehended the practicability of the program. Your 
learned professor may prove, by literally thousands of 
incidents, that honesty, chastity, brotherliness, and idealism 
have been more definitely promoted by revivals of religion 
than by legislative or educational programs. All that 
the social reformers of our day desire may be most quickly 
secured by straight-out preaching of the Gospel. The short- 
cut to a better social order is by way of converted men and 
women. And when a modern scholar comes to demonstrate 
this he will draw largely upon the aftermath of the Sunday 
campaigns for his contemporaneous evidence. 

If there is one phrase which, better than another, can 
describe a Billy Sunday campaign it is "restitution and 
righteousness." In season and out, the evangelist insists 
upon a changed life as the first consequence of conversion. 
His message runs on this wise: 

"You ought to live so that every one who comes near 
you will know that you are a Christian. Do you? Does 




your milkman know that you are a Christian? Does the 
man who brings your laundry know that you belong to 
church? Does the man who hauls away your ashes know 
that you are a Christian? Does your newsboy know that 
you have religion? Does the butcher know that you are 
on your way to heaven? Some of you buy meat on Saturday 
night, and have him deliver it Sunday morning, just to save 

a little ice, and 
then you wonder 
why he doesn't go 
to church. 

"If you had 
to get into heaven 
on the testimony 
of your washer- 
woman, could you 
make it? If your 
getting into 
heaven depended 
on what your 
dressmaker knows 
about your relig- 
ion, would you 
land? If your 
husband had to 
gain admittance 
to heaven on the 
testimony of his 

stenographer, could he do it? If his salvation depended 
on what his clerks tell about him, would he get there? A 
man ought to be as religious in business as he is in church. 
He ought to be as religious in buying and selling as he is 
in praying. 

" There are so many church members who are not even 
known in their own neighborhood as Christians. Out in 
Iowa where a meeting was held, a man made up his mind 
that he would try to get an old sinner into the Kingdom, 


Giving the Devil His Due 

I know there is a devil for two reasons; first, the Bible declares it; and 
second I have done business with him. BILLY SUNDAY. 

THE Prince of Darkness was no more real to Martin 
Luther, when he flung his ink-well at the devil, than 
he is to Billy Sunday. He seems never long out of 
the evangelist's thought. Sunday regards him as his most 
personal and individual foe. Scarcely a day passes that he 
does not direct his attention publicly to the devil. He 
addresses him and defies him, and he cites Satan as a suffi- 
cient explanation for most of the world's afflictions. 

There are many delicate shadings and degrees and 
differentiations in theology but Billy Sunday does not 
know them. He never speaks hi semitones, nor thinks in 
a nebulous way. His mind and his word are at one with his 
base-ball skill a swift, straight passage between two points. 
With him men are either sheep or goats; there are no 
hybrids. Their destination is heaven or hell, and their 
master is God or the devil. 

He believes in the devil firmly, picturesquely; and 
fights him without fear. His characterizations of the devil 
are hair-raising. As a matter of fact it is far easier for the 
average man, close down to the ruck and red realities of 
life, to believe hi the devil, whose work he well knows, 
than it is for the cloistered man of books. The mass of the 
people think hi the same sort of strong, large, elemental 
terms as Billy Sunday. The niceties of language do not 
bother them; they are the makers and users of that fluid 
speech called slang. 

William A. Sunday is an elemental. Sophistication 
would spoil him. He is dead sure of a few truths of first 
magnitude. He believes without reservation or qualifica- 




Don't you ever think for a minute that the devil 
isn't on the job all the time. He has been rehearsing for 
thousands of years, and when you fool around in his back 
yard he will pat you on the back and tell you that you 
are "IT." 

Til fight the devil in my own way and I don't want 
people to growl that I am not doing it right. 

The devil comes to me sometimes. Don't think that 

because I am a 
preacher the devil 
doesn't bother me 
any. The devil 
comes around reg- 
ularly, and I put 
on the gloves and 
get busy right 

I owe God 
every thing; I owe 
the devil nothing 
except the best 
fight I can put up 
against him. 

I assault the 
devil's stronghold 
and I expect no 
quarter and I give 
him none. 

I am in favor 

of everything the devil is against, and I am against every- 
thing the devil is in favor of the dance, the booze, the 
brewery, my friends that have cards in their homes. I am 
against everything that the devil is hi favor of, and I favor 
everything the devil is against, no matter what it is. If 
you know which side the devil is on, put me down on the 
other side any time. 

Hell is the highest reward that the devil can offer 
you for being a servant of his. 


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tion in the Christ who saved him and reversed his life's 
direction. Upon this theme he has preached to millions. 
Also he is sure that there is a devil, and he rather delights 
hi telling old Satan out loud what he thinks of him. Mean- 
ness, in Satan, sinner or saint, he hates and says so in the 
language of the street, which the common people under- 
stand. He usually perturbs some fastidious folk who think 
that literary culture and religion are essentially interwoven. 
v Excoriation of the devil is not Sunday's masterpiece. 
He reaches his height in exaltation of Jesus Christ. He is 
surer of his Lord than he is of the devil. It is his bed-rock 
belief that Jesus can save anybody, from the gutter bum to 
the soul-calloused, wealthy man of the world, and make 
them both new creatures. With heart tenderness and really 
yearning love he holds aloft the Crucified as the world's 
only hope. That is why his gospel breaks hearts of stone 
and makes Bible-studying, praying church workers out of 
strange assortments of humanity. 

The following passages will show how familiarly and 
frequently Sunday treats of the devil: 


The devil isn't anybody's fool. You can bank on 
that. Plenty of folks will tell you there isn't any devil- 
that he is just a figure of speech; a poetic personification of 
the sin in our natures. People who say that and especially 
all the time-serving, hypocritical ministers who say it are 
liars. They are calling the Holy Bible a lie. I'll believe 
the Bible before I'll believe a lot of time-serving, society- 
fied, tea-drinking, smirking preachers. No, sir! You take 
God's word for it, there is a devil, and a big one, too. 

Oh, but the devil is a smooth guy! He always was, 
and he is now. He is right on his job all the time, winter 
and summer. Just as he appeared to Christ in the wilder- 
ness, he is right in this tabernacle now, trying to make 
you sinners indifferent to Christ's sacrifice for your salva- 
tion. When the invitation is given, and you start to get 


broadly speaking, are for him, and so are their pastors. 
This might be attributed to partisanship, for certainly 
Sunday is promoting the work of the Church; but what is 
to be said when Provost Edgar F. Smith of the University 
of Pennsylvania comes out in an unqualified endorsement 
of the man and his work; or such an acute lawyer and dis- 
tinguished churchman as George Wharton Pepper of Phila- 
delphia, well known in the councils of the Protestant Epis- 
copal Church, gives his hearty approval to Sunday? 

Consider the letter which Secretary of State Bryan 
wrote to Sunday after hearing him at the Pittsburgh Taber- 


Washington, January 12, 1914. 

MY DEAR SUNDAY: Having about four hours in Pitts- 
burgh last night, my wife and I attended your meeting and so 
we heard and felt the powerful sermon which you delivered. 
We noted the attention of that vast audience and watched 
the people, men and women, old and young, who thronged 
about you in response to your appeal. Mrs. Eryan had never 
heard you, and I had heard only a short afternoon address. 
Last night you were at your best. I cannot conceive of your 
surpassing that effort in effectiveness. 

Do not allow yourself to be disturbed by criticism. 
God is giving you souls for your hire and that is a sufficient 
answer. Christ called attention to the fact that both he 
and John the Baptist had to meet criticism because they were 
so much unlike in manner. No man can do good without 
making enemies, but yours as a rule will be among those who 
do not hear you. Go on, and may the Heavenly Father 
use you for many years to come, as he has for many years 
past, and bring multitudes to know Christ as he presented 
himself when he said, "I am the way, the truth and the life." 

Am sorry we could not see you personally, but we left 
because we found that we were discovered. Some insisted 
upon shaking hands and I was afraid I might become a 
cause of disturbance. Mrs. Bryan joins me in regards to 
Mrs. Sunday and yourself. 

Yours truly, 


Critics and Criticism 

Some preachers need the cushions of their chairs upholstered oftener 
than they need their shoes half-soled. BILLY SUNDAY. 

IT is only when the bull's eye is hit that the bell rings. 
The preacher who never gets a roar out of the forces 
of unrighteousness may well question whether he is 
shooting straight. One of the most significant tributes to 
the Evangelist Sunday is the storm of criticism which rages 
about his head. It is clear that at least he and his message 
are not a negligible quantity. 

This book certainly holds no brief for the impeccability 
and invulnerability of Billy Sunday. Yet we cannot be 
blind to the fact he has created more commotion in the 
camp of evil than any other preacher of his generation. 
Christians are bound to say "We love him for the enemies 
he has made." He hits harder at all the forces that hurt 
humanity and hinder godliness than any other living 
warrior of God. 

The forces of evil pay Billy Sunday the compliment of 
an elaborately organized and abundantly financed assault 
upon him. He is usually preceded and followed hi his 
campaigns by systematic attacks which aim to undermine 
and discredit him. A weekly paper, issued in Chicago, 
appears to be devoted wholly to the disparaging of Billy 

In rather startling juxtaposition to that statement is 
the other that many ministers have publicly attacked 
Sunday. This is clearly within their right. He is a public 
issue and fairly in controversy. As he claims the right of 
free speech for himself he cannot deny it to others. Some 
of his critics among the clergy object to evangelism in 
general, some to his particular methods, some to his forms 



One need be surprised at nothing in connection with 
such a personality as Billy Sunday, yet surely there is no 
precedent for this resolution, adopted by the Pittsburgh 
City Council, while he was hi that city: 

WHEREAS, The Rev. William A. Sunday and his party 
have been hi the city of Pittsburgh for the past eight weeks, 
conducting evangelistic services, and the Council of the 
city being convinced of the immense good which has been 
accomplished through his work for morality, good citizen- 
ship and religion, therefore be it 

Resolved, That the Council of the city of Pittsburgh 
express its utmost confidence in Mr. Sunday and all of the 
members of his party; and be it further 

Resolved, That it does hereby express to them its 
appreciation of all the work that has been done, and extends 
to Mr. Sunday its most cordial wishes for his future success. 

While the adverse critics are doing all hi their power to 
discredit him as he goes from place to place, Sunday's friends 
also are not idle. In Scranton, for instance, before the 
campaign opened, men in nearly all walks of life received 
letters from men in corresponding callings in Pittsburgh 
bearing tribute to Billy Sunday. Thus, bankers would 
inclose hi their correspondence from Pittsburgh an earnest 
recommendation of Sunday and a suggestion that the 
bankers of Scranton stand squarely to his support. The 
local Scranton plumber heard from a plumbers' supply 
house; labor union men heard from their fellows in Pitts- 
burgh; lawyers and doctors, and a host of businessmen, had 
letters from personal friends in Pittsburgh, telling what 
Sunday had done for that community, and hi many cases 
bearing personal testimony to what his message had meant 
to the writers. 

This is nearer to effective organization than the Chris- 
tian forces of the country commonly get. This form of 
propaganda did not bulk large in the public eye, but it 
created a splendid undercurrent of sentiment; for Banker 


entire effect of his work upon the public. Partial judgments 
are sure to be incorrect judgments. 

Billy Sunday succeeds in making clear to all his hearers 
indeed he impresses them so deeply that the whole city talks 
of little else for weeks that God has dealings with every 
man; and that God cares enough about man to provide for 
him a way of escape from the terrible reality of sin, that way 
being Jesus Christ. 

When a preacher succeeds in lodging that conviction 
in the minds of the multitudes, he is heaven's messenger. 
Whether he speak in Choctaw, Yiddish, Bostonese or in the 
slang of Chicago, is too trivial a matter to discuss. We do 
not inspect the wardrobe or the vocabulary of the hero who 
rides before the flood, urging the people to safety in the 


The hour is come; come for something else. It has 
come for plainness of speech on the part of the preacher. 
If you have anything to antagonize, out with it; specify sins 
and sinners. You can always count on a decent public to 
right a wrong, and any public that won't right a wrong is 
a good one to get out of. 

Charles Finney went to Europe to preach, and in Lon- 
don a famous free-thinker's wife went to hear him. The free- 
thinker's wife noticed a great change in him; he was more 
kind, more affectionate, more affable, less abusive and she 
said, "I know what is the matter with you; you have been 
to hear that man from America preach." And he said, 
"Wife, that is an insult; that man Finney don't preach; he 
just makes plain what the other fellows preach." Now the 
foremost preacher of his day was Paul. What he preached 
of his day was not so much idealism as practicality; not 
so much theology, homiletics, exegesis or didactics, but a 
manner of life. I tell you there was no small fuss about his 
way of teaching. When Paul was on the job the devil 
was awake. There is a kind of preaching that will never 
arouse the devil. 



God so impotent that he can only throw down card houses 
when all the signs are right! They decline to magnify his 
power for fear they will overdo it! And if they accidentally 
make a strong assertion as to his power, they immediately 
neutralize it by "as it were," or "in a measure, perhaps!" 
You make a man feel as though God was stuck on him 

and you '11 be a 
thirty-third degree 
sort of a preacher 
with that fellow. 

If some 
preachers were as 
true to their trust 
as John the Bap- 
tist, they might be 
turned out to 
grass, but they'd 
lay up treasures 
for themselves in 

Clergymen will 
find their authority 
for out-of-the-or- 
dinary methods hi 
the lowering of a 



SOCIETY DAMES " roof, as told of in 

the Bible. If that 
isn't sensationalism, then trot some out. 

If God could convert the preachers the world would be 
saved. Most of them are a lot of evolutionary hot-air 

We've got churches, lots of them. We've got preachers, 
seminaries, and they are turning out preachers and putting 
them into little theological molds and keeping them there 
until they get cold enough to practice preaching. 

The reason some ministers are not more interested in 

A Clean Man on Social Sins 

There are a good many things worse than living and dying an old maid, 
and one of them is marrying the wrong man. BILLY SUNDAY. 

SUNDAY'S trumpet gives no uncertain sound on plain, 
every-day righteousness. He is like an Old Testa- 
ment prophet in his passion for clean conduct. No 
phase of his work is more notable than the zeal for right 
living which he leaves behind him. His converts become 
partisans of purity. 

Sunday's own mind is clean. He does not, as is some- 
times the case, make his pleas for purity a real ministry of 
evil. In the guise of promoting purity he does not pander 
to pruriency. As outspoken as the Bible upon social sin, 
he yet leaves an impression so chaste that no father would 
hesitate to take his boy to the big men's meeting which 
Sunday holds in every campaign; and every woman who 
has once heard him talk to women would be glad to have 
her daughter hear him also. 

The verdict of all Christians who have studied condi- 
tions in a community after one of the Sunday campaigns is 
that Sunday has been like a thunder storm that has cleared 
the moral atmosphere. Life is sweeter and safer and more 
beautiful for boys and girls after this man has dealt plainly 
with social sins and temptations. Of course, it is more 
important to clean up a neighborhood's mind than its 

Even in cold print one may feel somewhat of the 
power of the man's message on "The Moral Leper." 


"Rejoice, O young man, hi thy youth; and let thy 
heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in 



could only reveal the heart of every one of them! In most 
you would find despair and disease. 

How little he thinks when he is nursing that lust that 
he is nursing a demon which, like a vampire, will suck his 
blood and wreck his life and blacken and blight his existence. 
And if any little children are born to him, they will be weak 
anemics without the proper blood hi their veins to support 
them. Our young men ought to be taught that no sum they 
can leave to a charitable institution can blot out the deeds 
of an ignominious life. You don't have to look far for the 
reason why so many young men fail; why they go through 
life weak, ambitionless, useless. 

Common Sense 

Let's be common folks together today. Let's be men, 
and talk sense. 

As a rule a man wants something better for his children 
than he has had for himself. My father died before I was 
born and I lived with my grandfather. He smoked, but he 
didn't want me to. He chewed, but he didn't want me to. 
He drank, but he didn't want me to. He cussed, but he 
didn't want me to. He made wine that would make a man 
fight his own mother after he had drunk it. I remember how 
I used to find the bottles and suck the wine through a straw 
or an onion top. 

One day a neighbor was in and my grandfather asked 
him for a chew. He went to hand it back, and I wanted 
some. He said I couldn't have it. I said I wanted it any- 
how, and he picked me up and turned me across his knee 
and gave me a crack that made me see stars as big as 

If there is a father that hits the booze, he doesn't want 
his son to. If he is keeping some one on the side, he doesn't 
want his son to. In other words, you would not want your 
son to live like you if you are not living right. 

An old general was at the bedside of his dying daughter. 
He didn't believe in the Bible and his daughter said, "What 


banishment of Ben Hur and the disintegration of that family 
life and estate, and the return of Ben Hur from his exile. 
He goes past his old home. The blinds are closed and drawn 
and all is deserted. He lies down upon the door-step and 
falls asleep. His mother and sister have been hi the leper 
colony and are dying of leprosy and only waiting the tune 
when they will be covered with the remains of others who 
have come there. So they have come to the city to get 
bread and secure water, and they see their son and brother 
lying on the door-step of their old home. They dare not 
awaken him for fear anguish at learning of their fate would be 
more than he could bear. They dare not touch him because 
it is against the law, so they creep close to him and put their 
leprous lips against his sandal-covered feet. They then 
go back again with the bread and water for which they had 

Presently Ben Hur awakens and rubs his eyes and sees 
great excitement. (This part of the story is mine.) Along 
comes a blear-eyed, old, whisky-soaked degenerate and Ben 
Hur asks him what is the trouble, what is the excitement 
about, and he says: "A couple of lepers have been cleansed, 
but there is nothing to that, just some occult power, it's all 
a fake." Ben Hur goes farther on and hears about this won- 
der, and they say it is nothing; nothing, some long-haired 
evangelist who says his name is Jesus Christ; it's all a fake. 
Then Ben Hur goes farther and discovers that it is Jesus of 
Nazareth and that he has cleansed Ben Hur's own mother 
and sister. He hears the story and acknowledges the 

/ The Leprosy of Sin ^ 

The lepers had to cry, "Unclean! Unclean !" in those 
days to warn the people. They were compelled by law to do 
that: also they were compelled by law to go on the side of 
the street toward which the wind was blowing lest the breeze 
bring the germs of their body to the clean and infect them 
with the disease. And the victim of this disease was com- 


it must be, at the end of your earthly career, to look back 
upon a noble and godly life, knowing you did all you could 
to help leave this old world to God and made your contri- 
butions in tears and in prayers and taught your offspring 
to be God-fearing, so that when you went you would continue 
to produce your noble character in your children. 

Maternity Out of Fashion 

Society has just about put maternity out of fashion. 
When you stop to consider the average 
society woman I do not think maternity 
has lost anything. The humbler children 
are raised by their mothers instead of being 
turned over to a governess. 

There are too many girls who marry 
for other causes than love. I think am- 
bition, indulgence and laziness lead more 
girls to the altar than love girls not 
actuated by love, but simply willing to pay 
the price of wifehood to wear fine clothes. 
They are not moved by the noble desires 
of manhood or womanhood. 

Some girls marry for novelty and some 
girls marry for a home. Some fool mothers 
encourage girls to marry for ease so they 
"SOCIETY HAS JUST can go to the matinee and buzz around. 
" Some fool girls marry for money and some 
FASHION" girls marry for society, because by con- 
necting their name with a certain family's 
they go up a rung in the social ladder, and some girls marry 
young bucks to reform them and they are the biggest fools 
in the bunch, because the bucks would not marry the girls 
to reform them. 

You mothers are worse fools to encourage your daughter 
to marry some old lobster because his father has money and 
when he dies, maybe your daughter can have good clothes 
and ride in an auto instead of hoofing it. Look at the 



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That is why I like to have people come down to the 
front and publicly acknowledge God. I like to have a 
man have a definite experience in religion something to 


And I say to you, young girl, don't go with that godless, 
God-forsaken, sneering young man that walks the streets 
smoking cigarettes. He would not walk the streets with 
you if you smoked cigarettes. But you say you will marry 
him and reform him; he would not marry you to reform you. 
Don't go to that dance. Don't you know that it is the most 
damnable, low-down institution on the face of God's earth, 
that it causes more ruin than anything this side of hell? 
Don't you go with that young man; don't you go to that 
dance. That is why we have so many whip-poor-will widows 
around the country: they married some of these mutts to 
reform them, and instead of doing that the undertaker got 
them. I say, young girl, don't go to that dance; it has proven 
to be the moral graveyard that has caused more ruination 
than anything that was ever spewed out of the mouth of 
hell. Don't go with that young fellow for a joy ride at mid- 

Girls, when some young fellow comes up and asks you 
the greatest question that you will ever be asked or called 
upon to answer, next to the salvation of your own soul, 
what will you say? "Oh, this is so sudden!" That is all 
a bluff; you have been waiting for it all the time. 

But, girls, never mind now, get down to facts. When 
he asks you the greatest question, the most important one 
that any girl is ever asked, next to the salvation of her soul, 
just say, "Sit down and let me ask you three questions. I 
want to ask you these three questions and if I am satisfied 
with your answer, it will determine my answer to your ques- 
tion. 'Did you believe me to be virtuous when you came 
here to ask me to be your wife?" "Oh, yes, I believed you to 
be virtuous. That's the reason I came here. You are like 

"Help Those Women" 

If the womanhood of America had been no better than its manhood* the 
devil would have had the country fenced in long ago. BILLY SUNDAY. 

THE average American is somewhat of a sentimentalist. 
"Home, Sweet Home," is an American song. No 
people, except possibly the Irish, respond more 
readily to the note of "Mother" than the Americans. No 
other nation honors womanhood so greatly. We are really 
a chivalrous people. 

In this respect, as in so many others, Sunday is true 
to type. His sermons abound with passages which express 
the best American sentiment toward womanhood. It is 
good for succeeding generations that such words as the 
following should be uttered in the ears of tens and hun- 
dreds of thousands of young people, and reprinted hi scores 
and hundreds of newspapers. 


The story of Moses is one of the most beautiful and 
fascinating in all the world. It takes a hold on us and 
never for an instant does it lose its interest, for it is so 
graphically told that once heard it is never forgotten. 

I have often imagined the anxiety with which that 
child was born, for he came into the world with the sen- 
tence of death hanging over him, for Pharaoh had decreed 
that the male children should die. The mother defied even 
the command of the king and determined that the child 
should live, and right from the beginning the battle of 
right against might was fought at the cradle. 

Moses' mother was a slave. She had to work in the 
brickyards or labor hi the field, but God was on her side 
and she won, as the mother always wins with God on her 



her the last night the coffin stayed, and the next day the 
pall-bearers and the hearse came. The others may have 
slept soundly, but there was no sleep for you, and I can 
imagine there was no sleep for Moses' mother. 

"There are whips and tops and pieces of string 

And shoes that no little feet ever wear; 
There are bits of ribbon and broken wings 
And tresses of golden hair. 

'There are dainty jackets that never are worn 

There are toys and models of ships; 
There are books and pictures all faded and torn 

And marked by finger tips 
Of dimpled hands that have fallen to dust 
Yet we strive to think that the Lord is just. 

"Yet a feeling of bitterness fills our soul; 
1 Sometimes we try to pray, 

That the Reaper has spared so many flowers 
And taken ours away. 

And we sometimes doubt if the Lord can know 

How our riven hearts did love them so 

"But we think of our dear ones dead, 

Our children who never grow old, 
And how they are waiting and watching for us 

In the city with streets of gold; 
And how they are safe through all the years 

From sickness and want and war. 
We thank the great God, with falling tears, 

For the things in the cabinet drawer." j 

A Mother's Watchfulness 

Others in the house might have slept, but not a 
moment could she spare of the precious time allotted her 
with her little one, and all through the night she must have 
prayed that God would shield and protect her baby and 
bless the work she had done and the step she was about to 

Some people often say to me : "I wonder what the angels 


take care of my baby when I made the ark and put him 
in it and put it in the water, but I never dreamed that you 
would put him back into my arms to take care of, so I would 
not have to work and slave hi the field and make brick and 
be tortured almost to death for fear that the soldiers of 
Pharaoh would find my baby and kill him. I never thought 
you would soften the stony heart of Pharaoh and make him 
pay me for what I would rather do than anything else hi this 
world." I expect to meet Moses' mother in heaven, and I 
am going to ask her how much old Pharaoh had to pay her 
for that job. I think that's one of the best jokes, that old 
sinner having to pay the mother to take care of her own baby. 
But I tell you, if you give God a chance, he will fill your 
heart to overflowing. Just give him a chance. 

A Mother's Bravery 

This mother had remarkable pluck. Everything was 
against her but she would not give up. Her heart never 
failed. She made as brave a fight as any man ever made 
at the sound of the cannon or the roar of musketry. 

"The bravest battle that wasWer fought, 

Shall I tell you where and when? 
On the maps of the world you'll find it not 
'Twas fought by the mothers of men. 

"Nay, not with cannon or battle shot, 

With sword or noble pen, 
Nay, not with the eloquent word or thought, 
From the mouths of wonderful men. 

"But deep in the walled-up woman's heart 

Of women that would not yield. 
But, bravely, silently bore their part 
Lo, there is the battle-field. 

"No marshaling troops, no bivouac song, 

No banner to gleam and wave; 
But oh, these battles they last so long 
From babyhood to the grave." 

Standing on the Rock 

If a doctor didn't know any more about Materia Medica than the average 
church member knows about the Bible, he'd be arrested for malpractice. 

A PUBLISHER remarked to me that a BiUy Sunday 

J-\ campaign did not create a demand for religious books 

in general. With rather an air of fault-finding he 

said, "You can't sell anything but Bibles to that Billy 

Sunday crowd." 

That remark is illuminating. Billy Sunday does not 
create a cult: he simply sends people back to the Bibles 
of their mothers. His converts do not become disciples 
of any particular school of interpretation: the Bible and 
the hymn book are their only armory. It cannot be gain- 
said that it is better to read the Bible than to read books 
about the Bible. The work of Billy Sunday is not done with 
a convert until he has inspired that person to a love and 
loyalty for the old Book. 

Such passages as this show the uncompromising loyalty 
of Sunday to the Bible: 

"Here is a book, God's Word, that I will put up against 
all the books of all the ages. You can't improve on the 
Bible. You can take all the histories of all the nations of 
all the ages and cut out of them all that is ennobling, all 
that is inspiring, and compile that into a common book, 
but you cannot produce a work that will touch the hem of 
the garment of the Book I hold in my hand. It is said, 
' Why cannot we improve on the Bible? We have advanced 
every thing else.' No, sir. 'Heaven and earth shall pass 
away, but My Word shall not.' And so this old Book, 
which is the Word of God, the Word of Jesus Christ, is the 
book I intend to preach by everywhere. The religion that 




5. And the people spake 
against God and against Moses, 
Wherefore have ye brought us 
up out of Egypt to die in the 
wilderness? for there is no bread, 
neither is there any water; 
and our soul loatheth this 
light bread. 

6. And the Lord sent fiery 
serpents among the people, and 
they bit the people; and much 
people of Israel died. 

7. Therefore the people came 
to Moses and said, We have 
sinned, for we have spoken 
against the Lord, and against 
thee; pray unto the Lord that 
he take away the serpents 
from us. And Moses prayed 
for the people. 

8. And the Lord said unto 
Moses, Make thee a fiery ser- 
pent, and set it upon a pole: 
and it shall come to pass that 
every one that is bitten, when 
he looketh upon it, shall live. 

9. And Moses made a ser- 
pent of brass and put it upon 
a pole and it came to pass, that 
if a serpent had bitten any 
man, when he beheld the ser- 
pent of brass he lived. 


The Jews were in Egyptian 
bondage for years. God said 
he would release them, but he 
hadn't come. But God never 
forgets. So he came and chose 
Moses to lead them, and when 
Moses got them out in the 
wilderness they began to knock 
and said, "Wno is this Moses 
anyway? We don't know him. 
Were there not enough graves 
in Egypt?" and they said they 
didn't like the white bread they 
were getting and wanted the 
onions and the leeks and the 
garlic and melons of Egypt, 
and they found fault. And God 
sent the serpents and was going 
to kill them all, but Moses 
interceded and said, "Now see 
here, God." But the Lord said, 
"Get out of the way, Moses, 
and let me kill them all." But 
Moses said, "Hold on there, 
Lord. That bunch would have 
the laugh on you if you did 
that. They'd say you brought 
them out here and the com- 
missary stores ran out and 
you couldn't feed them, so 
you just killed them all." So 
God said, "All right, for your 
sake, Moses, I won't," and he 
said, "Moses, you go and set 
up a brazen serpent in the 
wilderness and that will be the 
one thing that will save them 
if they are bitten. They must 
look or die." 




"'Who's that big stiff putting up that game of talk?' 
asked David of his brothers. 

"'Oh, he's the whole works; he's the head cheese of the 
Philistines. He does that little stunt every day.' 

"'Say,' said David, 'you guys make me sick. Why 
don't some of you go out and soak that guy? You let him 
get away with that stuff.' He decided to go out and tell 
Goliath where to head in. 

"So Saul said, 'You'd better take my armor and sword.' 
David put them on, but he felt like a fellow with a hand-me- 
down suit about four times too big for him, so he took them 
off and went down to the brook and picked up a half dozen 
stones. He put one of them in his sling, threw it, and soaked 
Goliath in the coco between the lamps, and he went down 
for the count. David drew his sword and chopped off his 
block, and the rest of the gang beat it." 


The Bible is the Word of God. Nothing has ever been 
more clearly established in the world today, and God 
blesses every people and nation that reverence it. It ha& 
stood the test of time. No book has so endured through the 
ages. No book has been so hated. Everything the cunning 
of man, philosophy, brutality, could contrive has been 
done, but it has withstood them all. 

There is no book which has such a circulation today. 
Bibles are dropping from the press like the leaves in autumn. 
There are 200,000,000 copies. It is read by all nations. It 
has been translated into five hundred languages and dia- 

No book ever came by luck or chance. Every book 
owes its existence to some being or beings, and within the 
range and scope of human intelligence there are but three 
things good, bad, and God. All that originates in intellect, 
all which the intellect can comprehend, must come from one 
of the three. This book, the Bible, could not possibly be 
the product of evil, wicked, godless, corrupt, vile men, for 

Making a Joyful Noise 

Don't look as if your religion hurt you. BILLY SUNDAY. 

* f 1TJE hath put a new song hi my mouth." That is 
real religion which sets the saints to singing. 
Gloomy Christians are a poor advertisement of 
the Gospel. There is nothing of gloom about a Billy Sun- 
day revival. 

Shrewd students of the campaigns have often remarked 
that there are so few tears and so much laughter at the 
evangelist's services. There is scarcely one of Sunday's 
sermons hi which he does not make the congregation laugh. 
All of his work is attuned to the note of vitality, robustness 
and happiness. Concerning the long-faced Christian Sun- 
day says: 

"Some people couldn't have faces any longer if they 
thought God was dead. They ought to pray to stop look- 
ing so sour. If they smile it looks like it hurts them, and 
you're always glad when they stop smiling. If Paul and 
Silas had had such long faces as some church members have 
on them when they went into the Philippian jail, the jailer 
would never have been saved. There never was a greater 
mistake than to suppose that God wants you to be long- 
faced when you put on your good clothes. You'd better 
not fast at all if you give the devil all the benefit. God 
wants people to be happy. 

"The matter with a lot of you people is that your 
religion is not complete. You have not yielded yourself 
to God and gone out for God and God's truth. Why, I 
am almost afraid to make some folks laugh for fear that I 
will be arrested for breaking a costly piece of antique bric-a- 
brac. You would think that if some people laughed it 
would break their faces. I want to tell you that the 




furnishes not only the melodies but also a rare spectacle. 
This splendid regiment of helpers seated back of the speaker 
affects both the eyes and the ears of the audiences. Without 
his choirs Sunday could scarcely conduct his great campaigns. 
These helpers are all volunteers, and their steadfast loyalty 
throughout weeks of strenuous meetings in all kinds of 
weatheris a Christian 
service of the first \7 


True, member- 
ship in a Sunday 
choir is in itself an 
avocation, a social 
and religious interest 
that enriches the 
lives of the choir 
members. They 
" belong" to some- 
thing big and popular. 
for conversation. 
New acquaintances 
are made. The asso- 
ciations first formed 
in the Sunday choir 
have in many cases 
continued as the 
most sacred relations 
of life. The bright- 
est spot in the monotony of many a young person's life has 
been his or her membership in the Billy Sunday choir. 

The choir also has the advantage of a musical drill and 
experience which could be secured in no other fashion. All 
the advantages of trained leadership are given hi return for 
the volunteer service. Incidentally, the choir members 
know that they are serving their churches and their com- 
munities in a deep and far-reaching fashion. 



Church the putrefying abscess which is boring into its vitals. 
About four out of every five who have their names on our 
church records are doing absolutely nothing to bring any- 
body to Christ and the Church is not a whit better for their 
having lived hi it. Christians are making a great deal of 
Lent. I believe in Lent. I'll tell you what kind, though. 
I believe in a Lent that is kept 365 days in the year for Jesus 
Christ. That is the kind I like to see. Some people will go 
to hell sure if they die out of the Lenten season. I hate to 
see a man get enough religion hi forty days to last him and 
then live like the devil the rest of the year. If you can 
reform for forty days you can reform for the year. 

"The Jewish Church ran up against this snag and was 
wrecked. The Roman Catholic Church ran up against it 
and split. All of the churches today are fast approaching 
the same doom. 

"The dangers to the Church, as I see them, are assimila- 
tion with the world, the neglect of the poor, substitution 
of forms for godliness; and all summed up mean a fashionable 
church with religion left out. Formerly Methodists used 
to attend class meetings. Now these are abandoned in 
many churches. Formerly shouts of praise were heard. 
Now such holy demonstration is considered undignified. 
Once in a while some good, godly sister forgets herself and 
pipes out hi a falsetto, apologetic sort of, a key: 'Amen, 
Brother Sunday/ I don't expect any of those ossified, petri- 
fied, dyed-in-the-wool, stamped-on-the-cork Presbyterians 
or Episcopalians to shout, 'Amen/ but it would do you good 
and loosen you up. It won't hurt you a bit. You are hide- 
bound. I think about half the professing Christians amount 
to nothing as a spiritual force. They have a kind regard for 
religion, but as for evangelical service, as for a cheerful 
spirit of self-denial, as for prevailing prayer, willingness to 
strike hard blows against the devil, they are almost a failure. 
I read the other day of a shell which had been invented 
which is hurled on a ship and when it explodes it puts all on 
board asleep. I sometimes think one of these shells has hit 
the Church. 


into the city hall and bless the mayor, directors and all the 
rest. We thank thee that the storm has passed. We 
believe that we will learn a lesson of how helpless we are 
before thee. How chesty we are when the sun shines and 
the day is clear, but, oh! how helpless when the breath of 
God comes and the snowflakes start to fall; when the floods 
come we get on our knees and wring our hands and ask 
mercy from thee. Oh, help us, O Lord. 

"When the people get to hell I hope that nobody will 
ever go there and I am trying my best to save them they 
will know that they are there because they lived against 
God. I am no there to injure them; I am not here to wreck 
homes; I am here to tell them of the blessing you send down 
when they are with you. We pray for the thousands and 
thousands that will be saved." 

"Thank you, Jesus. I came to you twenty-seven years 
ago for salvation and I got salvation. Thank the Lord I 
can look in the face of every man and woman of God every- 
where and say that for all those years I have lived in 
salvation. Not that I take any credit to myself for that; 
it was nothing inherent in me; it was the power of God that 
saved me and kept me. 

"O Lord, sweep over this town and save the business 
men of this community, the young men and women. O 
God, save us all from the cesspools of hell and corruption. 
Help me, Lord, as I hurl consternation into the ranks of 
that miserable, God-forsaken crew who are feeding, fattening 
and gormandizing on the people ! Get everybody interested 
in honesty and decency and sobriety and make them fight 
to the last ditch for God. There are too many cowards, 
four-flushers hi the Church." 

"O Jesus, we thank God that you came into this old 
world to save sinners. Keep us, Lord. Hear us, O God, 
ere we stumble on in darkness. Lead the hundreds here to 
thy throne. Help the professing Christians who have not 


Those Billy Sunday Prayers 

I never preach a sermon until I have soaked it in prayer. BILLY 

CONCERNING the prayers of Sunday there is little 
to be said except to quote samples of them and let 
the reader judge for himself. 

That they are unconventional no one will deny; many 
have gone farther and have said that they are almost 
sacrilegious. The charge has often been made that the 
evangelist addresses his prayers to the crowd instead of to 
God. No one criticism has oftener been made of Mr. Sun- 
day by sensitive and thoughtful ministers of the Gospel, 
than that his public prayers seem to be lacking in funda- 
mental reverence. 

The defender of Sunday rejoins, "He talks to 
Jesus as familiarly as he talks to one of his associates." 
Really, though, there is deep difference. His fellow-workers 
are only fellow-workers, but of the Lord, "Holy and 
reverend is his name." Many of the warmest admirers of 
the evangelist do not attempt to defend all of his prayers. 

Probably Sunday does not know that hi all the 
Oriental, and some European, languages there is a special 
form of speech reserved for royalty; and that it would be 
an affront to address a king by the same term as the com- 
moner. The outward signs of this mental attitude of 
reverence hi prayer are unquestionably lacking in Sunday. 

His usual procedure is to begin to pray at the end of 
a sermon, without any interval or any prefatory remarks, 
such as "Let us pray." For an instant, the crowd does 
not realize that he is praying. He closes his eyes and says, 
"Now Jesus, you know," and so forth, just as he would say 
to the chorister, "Rody, what is the name of that delega- 

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The Revival on Trial 

One spark of fire can do more to prove the power of powder than a 
whole library written on the subject. BILLY SUNDAY. 

T "T THAT Evangelist Sunday says to his congregations 
\/\ is sometimes less significant than what he helps 
his congregation to say to the world. Let us 
take a sample meeting hi the Pittsburgh campaign, with 
the tremendous deliverance which it made upon the sub- 
ject of revivals and conversions. 

A "sea of faces" is a petrified phrase, which means 
nothing to most readers. Anybody who will stand on the 
platform behind Billy Sunday at one of his great taber- 
nacles understands it. More than twenty thousand faces, 
all turned expectantly toward one man, confront you. 
The faces rather than the hair predominate. There are 
no hats in sight. 

Like the billows along the shore, which may be 
observed in detail, the nearer reaches of this human sea are 
individualized. What a Madonna-face yonder girl has! 
See the muscles of that young man's jaw working, hi the 
intensity of his interest. The old man who is straining 
forward, so as not to miss a word, has put a black and 
calloused hand behind his ear. That gray-haired woman 
with the lorgnette and rolls of false hair started out with 
the full consciousness that she was a "somebody": watch 
her wilt and become merely a tired, heart-hungry old 
woman. And the rows and rows of undistinguished com- 
monplace people, just like the crowds we meet daily hi the 
street cars. 

Somehow, though, each seems here engaged hi an 
individual transaction. A revival meeting accents per- 
sonality. Twenty or thirty rows down the big congrega- 




That is the result. He has to plow and plant and take care 
of his farm before the crops come. 

Religion needs a baptism of horse sense. That is just 
pure horse sense. I believe there is no doctrine more dan- 
gerous to the Church today than to convey the impression 
that a revival is something peculiar in itself and cannot be 
judged by the same rules of causes and effect as other things. 
If you preach that to the farmers if you go to a farmer and 
say "God is a sovereign," 
that is true; if you say "God 
will give you crops only 
when it pleases him and it is 
no use for you to plow your 
ground and plant your crops 
in the spring," that is all 
wrong, and if you preach 
that doctrine and expect the 
farmers to believe it, this 
country will starve to death 
in two years. The churches 
have been preaching some 
false doctrines and religion 
has died out. 

Some people think that 
religion is a good deal like 
a storm. They sit around 
and fold their arms, and 
that is what is the matter. 

You sit in your pews so easy that you become mildewed. 
Such results will be sure to follow if you are persuaded 
that religion is something mysterious and has no natural 
connection between the means and the end. It has a nat- 
ural connection of common sense and I believe that when 
divinely appointed means are used spiritual blessing will 
accrue to the individuals and the community in greater 
numbers than temporal blessings. You can have spiritual 
blessings as regularly as the farmer can have corn, wheat, 


An Army with Banners 

The man who is right with God will not be wrong with anything that 
is good. BILLY SUNDAY. 

THE oldest problenA)f the Christian Church, and the 
latest problem of democracy, is how to reach the 
great mass of the people. Frequently the charge is 
made that the Church merely skims the surface of society, and 
that the great uncaring masses of the people lie untouched 
beneath it. Commonly, a revival reaches only a short 
distance outside the circumference of church circles. The 
wonder and greatness of the Billy Sunday campaigns 
consist in the fact that they reach to the uttermost rim of 
a community, to its greatest height and its lowest depth. 
There can be no question that he stirs a city as not even 
the fiercest political campaign stirs it. Sunday touches life 
on all levels, bringing his message to bear upon the society 
woman in her parlor and the humblest day laborer in the 

This does not come to pass by any mere chance. Organ- 
ized activity achieves it. The method which produces the 
greatest results is what is called the Delegation Idea, whereby 
detachments of persons from various trades, callings and 
organizations and communities attend in a body upon the 
services of the Sunday Tabernacle. 

By prearrangement, seats are reserved every night for 
these visiting delegations. Sometimes there will be as many 
as a dozen delegations present in one evening. As the 
campaign progresses towards its conclusion real difficulty 
is experienced hi finding open dates for all the delegations 
that apply. At the outset, Mr. Sunday's assistants have 
to "work up" these delegations. Later, the delegations 
themselves besiege the workers. 




Please God and see how it will delight your soul. If 
you'll win a soul you will have a blessing that the average 
church member knows nothing about. They are absolute 
strangers to the higher Christian life. We need an aroused 
church. An anxious church makes anxious sinners. 

If all the Methodist preachers would each save a soul 
a month there would be 460,000 souls saved in a year. If 
all the Baptist preachers would each save a soul a month 
there would be 426,000 souls saved in a year. If all the other 
evangelical preachers would save a soul a month there would 

be 1,425,000 souls 
saved a year. Over 
7,000 Protestant 
churches recently 
report of no 
accessions on con- 
fession of faith. 
Christ said to preach 
the gospel to all the 
world and that 
means every crea- 
ture in the world. 

Listen to this: 
There are 13,000,000 
young men in this 
country between the 
ages of sixteen and 

thirty years; 12,000,000 are not members of any church, 
Protestant or Catholic; 5,000,000 of them go to church 
occasionally; 7,000,000 never darken a church door from one 
year's end to another. They fill the saloons and the houses of 
ill fame, the haunts of vice and corruption, and yet most 
young men have been touched by some Sunday-school in- 
fluences; but you don't win them for God and they go 
into the world never won for God. 

I want to tell you if you want to solve the problem for 
the future get hold of the young men now. Get them for 



A Life Enlistment 

When a man, after starting to be a Christian, looks back, it is only a 
question of time until he goes back. BILLY SUNDAY. 

PROFESSOR WILLIAM JAMES, the philosopher, 
contended that there was a scientific value to the 
stories of Christian conversions; that these properly 
belonged among the data of religion, to be weighed by the 
man of science. Harold Begbie's notable book, " Twice- 
Born Men," was recognized by Professor James as a con- 
tribution to the science of religion; for it was simply a 
collection of the stories of men whose lives had been trans- 
formed by the gospel which the Salvation Army had carried 
to them. A whole library of such books as " Twice-Born 
Men" could be written concerning the converts of Billy 
Sunday. His converts not only "right-about-face" but 
they keep inarching hi the new direction. Their enlistment 
is for life. 

This point is one of the most critical in the whole realm 
of the discussion of revivals. Times without number it has 
been charged that the converts of evangelists lose their 
religion as quickly as they got it. A perfectly fair question 
to ask concerning these Billy Sunday campaigns is, "Are 
they temporary attacks of religious hysteria, mere efferves- 
cent moods of spiritual exaltation, which are dissipated by 
the first contact with life's realities?" 

Here is opportunity for the acid test. Billy Sunday 
has been conducting revival meetings long enough to 
enable an investigator to go back over his trail and trace 
his results. After years have passed, are there still evidences 
of the presence and work of the evangelist? To this only 
one answer can be made. The most skeptical and antag- 
onistic person cannot fail to find hundreds and thousands 


"A Good Soldier of Jesus Christ" 

I'd rather undertake to save ten drunkards than one old financial Shy- 
lock it would be easier. BILLY SUNDAY. 

SYMPATHETIC observers comment in distressed 
tones upon the physical exhaustion of Sunday after 
every one of his addresses. He speaks with such 
intensity and vigor that he is completely spent by every 
effort. To one who does not know that he has worked at 
this terrific pace for near a score of years it seems as if the 
evangelist is on the verge of a complete collapse. He 
certainly seems to speak "as a dying man to dying men." 
The uttermost ounce of his energy is offered up to each 
audience. Billy Sunday is an unsparing worker. 

For a month or six weeks of every year he gives him- 
self to rest. The remainder of the year he is under a strain 
more intense than that of a great political campaign. 
Even his Monday rest day, which is supposed to be devoted 
to recuperation, is oftener than not given to holding special 
meetings in some other city than the one wherein he is 
campaigning. Speaking twice or oftener every day, to 
audiences averaging many thousands, is a tax upon one's 
nerve force and vitality beyond all computation. In addi- 
tion to this, Sunday has his administrative work, with 
its many perplexities and grave responsibilities. 

Withal, the evangelist, like every other man pre- 
eminent in his calling, suffers a great loneliness; he has 
few intimates who can lead his mind apart from his work. 
What says Kipling, in his "Song of Diego Valdez," the 
lord high admiral of Spain, who pined hi vain for the com- 
radeship of his old companions, but who, in the aloneness 
of eminence, mourned his solitary state? 

"They sold Diego Valdez 
To bondage of great deeds.", 



Boston 670,585 

Philadelphia 1,500,000 

Detroit 465,766 

Pittsburgh, Pa 533,905 

Baltimore 558,485 

Syracuse, N. Y 137,249 

Columbus, Ohio 181,511 

Scranton 150,000 

Trenton, N. J 96,815 

Wilkes-Barre, Pa 67,105 

Paterson, N. J 125,000 

Johnstown, Pa 55,482 

Des Moines 100,000 

McKeesport, Pa 42,694 

Omaha, Neb 124,069 

Wheeling, W. Va 41,641 

Denver 245,423 

Steubenville, Ohio. 

Toledo, Ohio 

Springfield, Ohio . . 

Newcastle, Pa 

South Bend, Ind.. 






East Liverpool, Ohio 20,387 

Beaver Falls, Pa 12,191 

Youngstown, Ohio 79,066 

Huntington, W. Va 31,161 

Lima, Ohio 30,508 

Canton, Ohio 50,217 

Erie, Pa 66,525 

Portsmouth, Ohio 23,481 



















Total for this group of cities 5,767,042 427,565 

In 1904-5 Billy Sunday visited various cities of Illinois 
where conversions ranged in numbers from 650 to 1,800; in 
Iowa, where conversions ranged from 400 to 1,000; and in a 
few other towns. In 1905-6 numerous campaigns in Illinois, 
Iowa and Minnesota produced converts ranging from 550 
to 2,400, the highest number being reached in Burlington, 
Iowa. In 1906-7 the converts numbered over 12,000, with 
a maximum of 3,000 in Kewanee, Illinois. In 1907-8 cam- 


sheep would do. He wants my body now when I'm alive 
and not when I am dead and the undertaker is waiting to 
carry it out to the cemetery. The day of that dispensation 
is past, and now he wants you, a living sacrifice, a real 
sacrifice. A traveling man who wants to make his wife a 
present, and sits up all night hi the train instead of taking a 
berth for three dollars and uses the three 
dollars to buy a present for his wife, 
makes a real sacrifice for her. There 
never was a victory without sacrifice. 
Socrates advanced the doctrine of immor- 
tality and died with a cup of poisoned 
hemlock. Jesus Christ paid with a crown 
of thorns. Abraham Lincoln paid with a 
bullet in his body. If you mean to give 
yourself as a sacrifice to God, get out and 
work for him. Ask men to come to him. 
"A holy sacrifice." Some men shy 
at that word "holy" like a horse at an 
automobile. Holy vessels were set apart 
for use in the worship of God. To be holy 
is to be set apart for God's use that's all. 
To be holy isn't to be long-faced and never 

"Acceptable unto the Lord." If 
that were true then this old desert would 
blossom like Eden. If that were taken 
as our watchword, what a stampede of 
short yardsticks, shrunken measures, 
light weights, adulterated foods, etc., 
there would be! 

What a stopping of the hitting up of booze! There 
would be no more living hi sin and keeping somebody on the 
side, no more of you old deacons coming down the aisles 
stroking your whiskers and renting your buildings for houses 
of ill fame, and newspapers would stop carrying ads for 
whisky and beer. 


Dear Friend: 

You have by this act of coining 
forward publicly acknowledged 
your faith in Jesus Christ as your 
personal Saviour. No one could 
possibly be more rejoiced that you 
have done this, or be more anxious 
for you to succeed and get the 
most joy out of the Christian life, 
than I. Therefore, I ask you to 
read carefully this little tract. 
Paste it in your Bible and read it 

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"A Christian is any man, woman or child who comes 
to God as a lost sinner, accepts the Lord Jesus Christ as 
their personal Saviour, surrenders to Him as their Lord 
and Master, confesses Him as such before the world, and 
strives to please Him in everything day by day." 

Have you come to God realizing that you are a lost sin- 
ner? Have you accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as your 
personal Saviour; that is, do you believe with all your heart 
that God laid all your iniquity on Him? (Isa. 53:5-6) and 
that He bore the penalty of your sins (I Peter 2 : ( 24) , and 
that your sins are forgiven because Jesus died in your stead ? 

Have you surrendered to Him as your Lord and 
Master? That is, are you willing to do His will even 
when it conflicts with your desire? 

Have you confessed to Him as your Saviour and Master 
before the world? 

Is it your purpose to strive to please Him in every- 
thing day by day? 

If you can sincerely answer "YES" to the foregoing 
questions, then you may know on the authority of God's 
Word that you are NOW a child of God (John 1:12), that 
you have NOW eternal life (John 3:36); that is to say, if 
you have done your part (i. e., believe that Christ died in 
your place, and receive Him as your Saviour and Master) 
God has done HIS part and imparted to you His own 
nature (II Peter 1:4). 

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Now that you are a child of God your growth depends 
upon yourself. 

It is impossible for you to become a useful Chris- 
tian unless you are willing to do the things which are 
absolutely essential to your spiritual growth. To this end 
the following suggestions will be found to be of vital im- 
portance : 

1. STUDY THE BIBLE: Set aside at least fifteen min- 

utes a day for Bible Study. Let God talk to you 
fifteen minutes a day through His Word. Talk to 
God fifteen minutes a day in prayer. Talk for God 
fifteen minutes a day. 

"As new-born babes desire the sincere milk of 
the Word, that ye may grow thereby." I Peter 2:2. 

The word of God is food for the soul. 

Commit to memory one verse of Scripture each day. 

Join a Bible class. (Psa. 119:11.) 

2. PRAY MUCH: Praying is talking to God. Talk to 

Him about everything your perplexities, joys, sorrows, 

sins, mistakes, friends, enemies. 

"Be careful for nothing, but in everything by prayer 
and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests 
be made known unto God." Phil. 4:6. 

3. WIN SOMEONE FOR CHRIST: For spiritual growth 

you need not only food (Bible study) but exercise. 
Work for Christ. The only work Christ ever set for 
Christians is to win others. 

"Go ye into all the world and preach the Gospel 
to every creature." Mark 16:15. 

"When I say unto the wicked, thou shalt surely 
die; and thou givest him not warning, nor speakest 
to warn the wicked from his wicked way, to save his 
life; the same wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but 
his blood will I require at thine hand." Ezek. 3:18. 

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4. SHUN EVIL COMPANIONS: Avoid bad people, bad 

books, bad thoughts. Read the First Psalm. 

"Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbe- 
lievers : for what fellowship hath righteousness with 
unrighteousness, and what communion hath light with 
darkness what part hath he that believeth with an 
infidel wherefore come out from among them and 
be ye separate, saith the Lord." II Cor. 6:14-17. 

Try to win the wicked for God, but do not choose 
them for your companions. 

5. JOIN SOME CHURCH: Be taithful in your attend- 

ance at the Sabbath and mid-week services. 

" Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, 
as the manner of some is." Heb. 10:25. 

Co-operate with your pastor. God has appointed 
the pastor to be a shepherd over the church and you 
should give him due reverence and seek to assist 
him in his plans for the welfare of the church. 


Give as the Lord hath prospered you. I Cor. 16:2. 

"Give not grudgingly or of necessity, for God 
loveth a cheerful giver." I Cor. 9:7. 


tions, discouragement and persecution; the Chris- 
tian life is warfare. 

"Yea and all who will live godly in Christ Jesus 
shall suffer persecution." II Tim. 3:12. 
The eternal God is thy refuge. We have the promises 
that all things, even strange and hard unaccountable obsta- 
cles, work together for our good. Many of God's brightest 
saints were once as weak as you are, passed through dark 
tunnels and the hottest fire, and yet their lives were enriched 
by their experiences, and the world made better because of 
their having lived in it. 

Read of ten the following passages of Scripture: Romans 
8:18; Jamesl:12; I Corinthians 10:13. 

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A Wonderful Day at a Great University 

The higher you climb the plainer you are seen. BILLY SUNDAY. 

BILLY SUNDAY has had many great days in his 
life mountain-top experiences of triumphant service; 
exalted occasions when it would seem that the 
climax of his ministry had been reached. Doubtless, 
though, the greatest day of his crowded life was the 
thirtieth of March, 1914, which he spent with the students 
of the University of Pennsylvania at Philadelphia. 

The interest not alone of a great university but also of 
a great city was concentrated upon him on this occasion. 
An imposing group of discriminating folk took the oppor- 
tunity to judge the much discussed evangelist and his 
work. In this respect, the day may be said to have proved 
a turning point in the public career of the evangelist. It 
silenced much of the widespread criticism which had been 
directed toward him up to this time; and it won for him 
the encomiums of a host of intellectual leaders. 

What Sunday's own impressions of that day were may 
be understood from the prayer he offered at the close of the 
night meeting. 

Oh, Jesus, isn't this a fine bunch? Did you ever look 
down on a finer crowd? I don't believe there is a mother 
who is any prouder of this lot of boys than I am tonight. 
I have never preached to a more appreciative crowd, and if 
I never preach another sermon, I am willing to go home to 
glory tonight, knowing that I have helped save the boys at 
the University of Pennsylvania. Help them to put aside 
temptations, and to follow in the paths in which Doctor 
Smith is trying to guide their feet. 

Back of the visit of the evangelist to the University 
lies a story, and a great principle. The latter is that mate- 



Mr. Sunday awoke in me a realization of my evil 
practices and sins so forcefully that I am going to make a 
determined effort to give them up and to make amends 
for the past. From my many conversations with fellow- 
students I find that this is what Mr. Sunday did. If he did 
not directly cause the student to come forward and take a 
stand, every student at least was aroused to think about this 
all-important question in a light that he had not seriously 
considered it in before. The undergraduate body, as a 
whole, is glad that Mr, Sunday came to Philadelphia. 

A Christian worker Jrom the Law School gave his 
opinion as follows: 

I have been connected with the University of Pennsyl- 
vania for six years, and for the greater part of this time have 
been in close touch with the work of the Christian Associa- 
tion. The influence of the Association seems to be increasing 
constantly, but Billy Sunday accomplished hi one day what 
the Association would be proud to have accomplished hi one 
year. To my mind, Mr. Sunday's visit marks the beginning 
of a new epoch the Renaissance of religious work of the 

That is the sort of thing that occupied pages of the 
official publication of the University, following the evan- 
gelists visit. This day's work attracted the attention not 
only of Philadelphia newspapers, but the religious press 
throughout the country quite generally commented upon it. 
Dr. Mosley H. Williams graphically reviewed it in the 

The University of Pennsylvania, founded by Benjamin 
Franklin in 1749, is the fourth in age of American universi- 
ties, antedated only by Harvard, Yale, and Princeton by one 
year. It is located in a city of a million and three-quarters 
people. It now enrolls 6,632 students, representing every 
state hi the Union, and fifty-nine foreign countries. There 
are 250 from Europe and Asia, and 150 from Lathi America; 
so that in the cosmopolitanism of its make-up, probably no 


The Christian's Daily Helper 

Too much of the work of the Church today is like a squirrel in 
lots of activity, but no progress. BILLY SUNDAY. 

IN the course of one of his campaigns, Sunday sweeps 
the arc of the great Christian doctrines. While he 
stresses ever and again the practical duties of the 
Christian life, yet he makes clear that the reliance of the 
Christian for all that he hopes to attain hi character and in 
service is upon the promised Helper sent by our Lord, the 
ever-present Holy Spirit. One of the evangelist's greatest 
sermons is upon this theme, and no transcript of his essential 
message would be complete without it. 


The personality, the divinity and the attributes of the 
Holy Ghost afford one of the most inspiring, one of the most 
beneficial examples in our spiritual life. We are told that 
when the Holy Spirit came at Pentecost, he came as the 
rushing of a mighty wind and overurging expectancy. 
When Jesus was baptized in the River Jordan, of John, out 
from the expanse of heaven was seen to float the Spirit of 
God like a snowflake, and they heard a sound as of whirring 
wings, and the Holy Spirit hi the form of a dove hovered 
over the dripping locks of Christ. Neither your eyes nor 
mine will ever behold such a scene; neither will our ears 
ever hear such a sound again. You cannot dissect or 
weigh the Holy Spirit, nor analyze him as a chemist may 
analyze material matter hi his laboratory, but we can all 
feel the pulsing of the breath of his eternal love. 

The Holy Spirit is a personality; as much a personality 
as Christ, or you or I. "Howbeit, when he, the Spirit of 
truth, is come^he will guide you into all truth: for he shall 



The man sank into a chair and covered his eyes for a 
while. Then he got up and said, "I'll do it." He took a 
Chesapeake and Ohio train and went to Philadelphia, and 
went to a great merchant prince in whose employ he had 
been, and told his story. The merchant prince shut and 
locked the door. "Let us pray," he said. They knelt 
together, the great merchant's arm about his visitor; and 

when they got up 
the great merchant 
said: "Go hi peace. 
God bless you." 

On the next 
Sunday the man 
who had confessed 
took the Bible on 
his knee as he sat 
before his class and 
said to them : 
"Young men, I 
often wondered why 
I couldn't win any 
of you to Christ. 
My life was wrong, 
and I've repented 
and made it right." 
That man won his 

entire class for Christ, and they joined Dr. McKibben's 
church at Walnut Hills, Cincinnati, Ohio. 

If you would get right with God what would be the 
result? Why, you would save your city. 

The Fame of a Christian 

Some time ago the funeral of a famous woman was held 
in London. Edward, who was king then, came with his 
consort, Alexandra, to look upon her face, and dukes and 
duchesses and members of the nobility came. Then the 
doors were opened and the populace came in by thousands. 



A Victorious Sermon 

If you fall into sin and you're a sheep you'll get out; if you're a hog 
you'll stay there, just like a sheep and a hog when they fall into the mud. 

ON the walls of Sir Walter Scott's home at Abbotts- 
ford hangs the claymore of the redoubtable Rob 
Roy, one of the most interesting objects in that 
absorbing library of the great novelist. A peculiar inter- 
est attaches to the instruments of great achievement, as 
the scimitar of Saladin, or the sword of Richard the Lion- 
Hearted, or the rifle of Daniel Boone. Something of this 
same sort of interest clings to a particular form of words that 
has wrought wondrously. Apart altogether from its con- 
tents, Sunday's sermon on "The Unpardonable Sin" is of 
peculiar interest to the reader. This is the message that 
has penetrated through the indifference and skepticism and 
self -righteousness and shameless sin of thousands of men and 
women. Many thousands of persons have, under the impulse 
of these words, abandoned their old lives and crowded for- 
ward up the sawdust trail to grasp the preacher's hand, as 
a sign that they would henceforth serve the Lord Christ. 

"The Unpardonable Sin" is a good sample of Sunday's 
sermons. It shows the character of the man's mind, and 
that quality of sound reasonableness which we call "com^ 
mon sense." There are no excesses, no abnormalities, no 
wrenchings of Scripture in this terrific utterance. 


"Wherefore I say unto you, All manner of sin and 
blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men: but the blas- 
phemy against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven unto 




What have you found by trusting in the finished work 
of Jesus Christ? 

God's Word 

It is said of Napoleon that one day he was riding in 
review before his troops, when the horse upon which he sat 
became unmanageable, seized the bit in his teeth, dashed down 
the road and the life of the famous warrior was in danger. 
A private, at the risk of his life, leaped out and seized the 

runaway horse, 
while Napoleon, out 
of gratitude, raised 
in the stirrups, sa- 
luted and said, 
" Thank you, cap- 
tain." The man 
said, " Captain of 
what, sir?" "Cap- 
tain of my Life 
Guards, sir," said 

The man step- 
ped over to where 
the Life Guards 
were in consultation 
back into the ranks. 
He refused to go and issued orders to the officer by saying, 
"I am Captain of the Guards." Thinking him insane, they 
ordered his arrest and were dragging him away, when Napo- 
leon rode up and the man said, "I am Captain of the Guards 
because the Emperor said so." And Napoleon arose and said, 
"Yes, Captain of my Life Guards. Loose him, sir; loose 

I am a Christian because God says so, and I did what he 
told me to do, and I stand on God's Word and if that book 
goes down, I'll go down with it. If God goes down, I'll go 


Eternity! Eternity! 

I tell you a lot of people are going to be fooled on the Day of Judgment. 

ONLY a man to whom has been given eloquence and 
a dramatic instinct can drive home to the average 
mind the realities of eternity and its relation to 
right living in this world and time. Under the title "What 
Shall the End Be?" Sunday has widely circulated his 
message upon this theme: 


No book ever came by luck or chance. Every book 
owes its existence to some being or beings, and within the 
range and scope of human intelligence there are but three 
things good, bad and God. All that originates in intellect; 
all which the intellect can comprehend, must come from one 
of the three. This book, the Bible, could not possibly be 
the product of evil, wicked, godless, corrupt, vile men, for 
it pronounces the heaviest penalties against sin. Like 
produces like, and if bad men were writing the Bible they 
never would have pronounced condemnation and punish- 
ment against wrong-doing. So that is pushed aside. 

The holy men of old, we are told, spake as they were 
moved by the Holy Ghost. Men do not attribute these 
beautiful and matchless and well-arranged sentences to 
human intelligence alone, but we are told that men spake 
as they were inspired by the Holy Ghost. 

The only being left, to whom you, or I or any sensible 
person could ascribe the origin of the Bible, is God, for here 
is a book, the excellence of which rises above other books, 
like mountains above molehills a book whose brilliancy 
and life-giving power exceed the accumulated knowledge 




Rewards of Merit 

When I was a little boy out in Iowa, at the end of the 
term of school it was customary for the teachers to give 
us little cards, with a hand in one corner holding a scroll, 
and hi that scroll was a place to write the name: "Willie 
Sunday, good boy." Willie Sunday never got hump- 
shouldered lugging them home, I 
can tell you. I never carried off 
the champion long-distance belt for 
verse-quoting, either. If you ever 
saw an American kid, I was one. 

I feel sorry for the little Lord 
Fauntleroy boys with long curly 
hair and white stockings. Yank 'em 
off and let them go barefoot. 

A friend of mine told me he was 
one time being driven along the 
banks of the Hudson and they went 
past a beautiful farm, and there 
sitting on the fence in front of a 
tree, in which was fastened a mirror 
about twelve inches square, sat a 
bird of paradise that was looking 
into the mirror, adjusting his plum- 
age and admiring himself, and the 
farmer who had driven my friends 
"I FEEL SORRY FOR THE LIT- out said that every time he passed 
'w^t^TnLT those birds were doing that. 
AND WHITE STOCKINGS" I thought, "Well, that re- 

minds me of a whole lot of fools 

I'm fortunate enough to meet everywhere. They sit 
before the mirror of culture, and their mirror of money, 
and their mirror of superior education and attain- 
ments; they are married into some old families. What 
does God care about that?" I suppose some of 
you spent a whole lot of money to plant a family 
tree, but I warrant you keep to the back the limbs 

Our Long Home 

Don't let God hang a "For Rent" sign on the mansion that has been! 
prepared for you in heaven. BILLY SUNDAY. 

VIVID, literal and comforting, is Sunday's portrayal 
of the Christian's long home. He is one of the 
few preachers who depict heaven so that it minis- 
ters to earth. Countless thousands of Christians have 
been comforted by his realistic pictures of "the land that is 
fairer than day." 


What do I want most of all? A man in Chicago said 
to me one day, "If I could have all I wanted of any one thing 
I would take money." He would be a fool, and so would 
you if you would make a similar choice. There's lots of 
things money can't do. Money can't buy life; money can't 
buy health. Andrew Carnegie says, "Anyone who can 
assure men ten years of life can name his price." 

If you should meet with an accident which would 
require a surgical operation or your life would be despaired 
of, there is not a man here but would gladly part with 
all the money he has if that would give him the assurance 
that he could live twelve months longer. 

If you had all the money in the world you couldn't 
go to the graveyard and put those loved ones back in your 
arms and have them sit once more in the family circle and 
hear their voices and listen to their prattle. 

A steamer tied up at her wharf, having just returned 
from an expedition, and as the people walked down the plank 
their friends met them to congratulate them on their success 
or encourage them through their defeat. Down came a 
man I used to know in Fargo, -S. D. Friends rushed 


Glorying in the Cross 

It's Jesus Christ or nothing. BILLY SUNDAY. 

PAULINE in more than one characteristic is Billy 
Sunday. But in none so much as hi his devotion to 
the cross of Jesus Christ. His life motto may well 
be Paul's, "I am resolved to know nothing among you, save 
Jesus Christ and him crucified." His preaching is entirely 
founded on the message that "the blood of Jesus Christ 
cleanseth us from all sin." There are no modern theories of 
the atonement in his utterances. To the learned of the 
world, as to the Greeks of old, the Cross may seem foolish- 
ness, but Sunday knows and preaches it as the power of 
God unto salvation. As his closing and most characteristic 
message to the readers of this book we commend his sermon 
on "Christ and him crucified." 


"For if the blood of bulls and of goats and the ashes of 
an heifer sprinkling the unclean, sanctifieth to the purifying 
of the flesh" Paul argued hi his letter to the Hebrews 
"how much more shall the blood of Christ, who through 
the eternal Spirit offered himself without spot to God, 
purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living 

No more of this turtle-dove business, no more offering 
the blood of bullocks and heifers to cleanse from sin. 

The atoning blood of Jesus Christ that is the thing 
about which all else centers. I believe that more logical, 
illogical, idiotic, religious and irreligious arguments have 
been fought over this than all others. Now and then when 
a man gets a new idea of it he goes out and starts a new 
denomination. He has a perfect right to do this under 




aren't worth anything. But as long as the blood is on the 
mercy seat the sinner can return, and by no other way. 
There is nothing else. It stands for the redemption. You 
are not redeemed by silver or gold, but by the blood of Jesus 
Christ. Though a man says to read good books, do good 
deeds, live a good life and you'll be saved, you'll be damned. 
That's what you will. All the books in the world won't 
keep you out of hell without the atoning blood of Jesus 
Christ. It's Jesus Christ 
or nothing for every shiner 
on God's earth. 

Without it not a sinner 
will ever be saved. Jesus 
has paid for your sins with 
Ms blood. The doctrine of 
universal salvation is a lie. 
I wish every one would be 
saved, but they won't. You 
will never be saved if you 
reject the blood. 

I remember when I was 
in the Y. M. C. A. in Chi- 
cago I was going down 
Madison Street and had 

just crossed Dearborn 

Street when I saw a newsboy with a young sparrow in his 

hand. I said: " Let that little bird go." 

He said, "Aw, g'wan with you, you big mutt." 

I said, "I'll give you a penny for it," and he answered, 
"Not on your tintype." 

"I'll give you a nickel for it," and he answered, "Boss, 
I'm from Missouri; come across with the dough." 

I offered it to him, but he said, "Give it to that guy 
there," and I gave it to the boy he indicated and took the 

I held it for a moment and then it fluttered and strug- 
gled and finally reached the window ledge in a second story 




across the street. And other birds fluttered around over my 
head and seemed to say hi bird language, "Thank you, Bill." 

The kid looked at me hi wonder and said: "Say, boss, 
why didn't you chuck that nickel hi the sewer?" 

I told him that he was just like that bird. He was in 
the grip of the devil, and the devil was too strong for him 
just as he was too strong for the sparrow, and just as I could 
do with the sparrow what I wanted to after I had paid for it 
because it was mine. God paid a price for him far greater 
than I had for the sparrow, for he had paid it with the blood 
of his Son and he wanted to set him free. 

No Argument Against Sin 

So, my friend, if I had paid for some property from you 
with a price, I could command you, and if you wouldn't 
give it to me I could go into court and make you yield. Why 
do you want to be a sinner and refuse to yield? You are 
withholding from God what he paid for on the cross. When 
you refuse you are not giving God a square deal. 

I'll tell you another. It stands for God's hatred of sin. 
Sin is something you can't deny. You can't argue against 
sin. A skilful man can frame an argument against the 
validity of religion, but he can't frame an argument against 
sin. I'll tell you something that may surprise you. If I 
hadn't had four years of instruction hi the Bible from Gene- 
sis to Revelation, before I saw Bob Ingersoll's book, and I 
don't want to take any credit from that big intelligent brain 
of his, I would be preaching infidelity instead of Christian- 
ity. Thank the Lord I saw the Bible first. I have taken 
his lectures and placed them by the side of the Bible, and 
said, "You didn't say it from your knowledge of the Bible." 
And I have never considered him honest, for he could not 
have been so wise hi other things and such a fool about 
the plan of redemption. So I say I don't think he was en- 
tirely honest. 

But you can't argue against the existence of sin, simply 
because it is an open fact, the word of God. You can 


The following specimen pages are from the chapter on Amusements; 
which alone is worth the price of the book to every father and mother 
who has the interest of his or her child at heart. 

This chapter comprises 20 pages and includes Mr. Sunday's famous 
sermon on Amusements, which has never before been printed in book 
form. Mr. Sunday emphasizes the fact that 


Mr. Sunday vividly portrays the fact that social evils would be 
immeasurably lessened if the churches and the people would heed the 
danger that lies in the theatre, in cards, and the dance, and emphasizes 
that strict adherence to the Gospel of Jesus Christ will dp more to 
combat and lessen these evils than any other force. His message 
sweetens life and promotes a most wholesome, friendly, and cheerful 
state of mind on the part of those whom he influences. 


Billy Sunday brings religion to earth as an essential part of every 
man's life. There is nothing abnormal or hysterical, or artificial about 
his message. His biting, blistering, blasting condemnation of sin is 
exercising a nation-wide influence on our political, social and religious 
life. Whole communities are changed by it for a cleaner, healthier, 
moral atmosphere. 


The Amusement chapter will appear in all styles of "BILLY SUNDAY: 
THE MAN AND HIS MESSAGE" selling at $1.50 or higher. THIS CHAP- 

The Amusement Question 

The church gives people what they need; the theater gives them what 
they want. BILLY SUNDAY. 

ONE of the sensations of a Billy Sunday campaign is 
his sermon, " Amusements." Usually it has to be 
repeated more than once. It almost equals the 
" Booze" sermon in popularity. 

In this, as in many other sermons, the evangelist dares 
to run directly counter to the drift of the times. It is 
generally agreed that the practice of what is called " doubtful 
amusements" is on the increase among church members. 
Some denominations which have prohibited dancing, card- 
playing and theater-going, have either removed the restric- 
tion or have retained it only by a narrow margin of votes in 
their highest courts. 

All this matters not one whit to Sunday. And he 
certainly has given thorough-going attention to the subject. 
But to the sermon itself: 


I suppose some may wince at the plainness with which 
I speak, but remember it costs me severe pangs of regret to 
be compelled to do it. If the ingenious skill of the devil 
is to be defeated there is but one of two alternatives open 
to the man who assaults the most hell-soaked institution 
with grit and courage. He can consume his energy and tune 
in talking about the minor usages of the possible limits one 
might go, or he can peel the bark away and show the thing 
full of worm-holes and run the risk of losing his reputation 
for fairness. 

I want to say that I have wilfully and deliberately, and 

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with malice aforethought, chosen the latter course. I don't 
care a rap what you think about it before I begin, or after I 
am through. I have no apology to make. 

I have a message that burns its way into your soul, and 
into my heart. My words may be strong, and if they are 
you must remember they are blood-red with conviction. 
With a cry of lost souls ringing in my ears, I cannot remain 
still. I must cry out. 

If I can save one from going to hell, I consider myself 
well paid for all the vituperation and malediction that you 
can hurl against me because I rubbed it into your pet sins. 
Judged in the court of human desires, I might be condemned 
by everybody that wants to do it, but judged in the court of 
human conscience, I will receive a universal verdict. 

We always associate in our minds certain amusements 
the theater, cards, and the dance. While some will justify 
one, others will condemn it. Some who play cards will seek 
to justify that and condemn the theater, and those who go to 
the theater may condemn the cards. 

The Case of the Theater 

In my opinion, the theater is of such doubtful character 
that it has been relegated to the class of forbidden amuse- 
ments. You know that the theater had its beginning in the 
church, and was intended to be the handmaid of religion. 
It produced so much fuss and trouble that they were com- 
pelled to drop it. Unless the theater is redeemed it will 
fall by its own stinking rottenness. The devil employs all 
kinds of engines in scattering seeds of evil through this old 
world, and if I can only pump into you enough common sense 
to keep you away from the theater and card-playing and the 
dance, I will have no kick coming. 

I want it distinctly understood that my scrap is not 
with the theater as an institution. I fight the saloon as an 
institution, but not the theater. What I am against, ham- 
mer and tongs, are the things that the theater stands for, 
and the rot and filth and rubbish and trash that are spewed 


I don't care whether you play cards for a cream pitcher 
or for a gold piece, you're a blackleg gambler just the same. 
Boys flip pennies on the street and the cops pinch them. 
Yet you'd be just as much a haul for the police as though they 
backed the patrol wagon up in front of a gambling den 
instead of your home. 

You say, "It will never get me." All right; but it will 
get others. So you ought to refrain from gambling for the 
sake of other people whom your example might lead astray. 
I haven't had a pack of cards in my hands for over thirty 

Now, I'm not trying to cram anything down your 
throats. I am appealing to your sense of reason and decency, 
and if you are not man or woman enough to listen I guess 
God Almighty doesn't need you. 

If this world was made up of only one family I probably 
would not need to preach this sermon. But, fortunately 
or unfortunately, we are made up of many families. If 
you are lax in the care of your children it makes it harder for 
me to take care of mine. If you don't care whether your 
children go to the devil, and I do care, you make it that 
much harder for me to keep my children right. 

Dances, Old and New 

There was a time in America when the stately cotillion 
seemed to satisfy America, but it is too slow for the hot blood 
of the twentieth century. They must have something that 
will chase hurdles through their veins. There is nothing 
that is so insipid for the devotee of the waltz as to dance a 

I am asked to give a reason to the unsaved, why they 
should not do it. The Church of God forbids. The greatest 
and the most spiritual churches forbid it, and are against 
it Catholic, Presbyterian, Congregational, the United 
Brethren and the Christians are all against it. The Metho- 
dist Church was raised up for the very purpose of counter- 
acting the dance in the church. If you're bound to dance, 
then get a divorce from Jesus Christ. 








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